Once Poem by Agent Chaos

Once



Once,
I remember,
The walk,
was made familiar.

The streams
would run forever,
the desert
never claimed us.

The air,
was born to carry us,
the silence
never stole us.

The bells,
would summon fire,
the flame
would never burn us.

Once,
you told me,
the end,
has no beginning.

And I believed you,
Once.

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