Fields of forgetless memories, lying in disarray, waiting
to be picked or chosen and arranged in certain bouquets,
sunlight airily focusing in, spraying corners with the
brightness of it's smile.
Walking through fields, creating pathways wherever
seemingly fit, cascading waters of life, filling them
beyond redemption, finally alighting from an insistent
memory of a loved one's death.
Shelving incriminations of past mistakes, gathering
pleasant moments close to the heart, souls surviving the
end of life, glory fulfilling farthest strands of being,
ending seconds of life on earth.
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