Hurrying through melodies of yesterday,
keeping up with their rhythmic beats on
a constant basis.
Covering ground not usually seen,
wandering and roaming away from ordinary
directions in familial time.
Coursing through veins of reminiscence,
bargaining with time, hoping for an
allowance of bereavement before joining
it's circumference.
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