Stepping stones of life taking us on solo journeys, searching
for whatever may come to be known, not having any expectations
until finding visions that come unbidden on edges of our minds.
Continuing to hold onto precious melodies hidden within our
memories of old, mind choosing those that have been cherished
like jewels and gold.
Fulfilling thoughts of time now gone beyond the edge of night,
slipping upon icy blankets in measures of time, being forgotten
and frozen in depths of hearts that can no longer be reached by
anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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