Many memories shine through the clouds of grief,
leading to recovery one day in the future.
For now, crying, sorrow, pain, are all culminating
in my mind.
Today is a puddle of remorse that I keep stepping
in, no matter which direction I go.
Where can I hide? Where can I place my tears
except on the headstone of another life, being
lived beyond without me.
Touching the joy of past endeavors with my soul,
I remember, I remember, through the clouds of my
mind.
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