Swiftly sliding away down rivers of yesterday, changing
tides taking me into many different areas of an interior
landscape of memories.
Having been left in the past, now remembering them vividly
in a blossoming and enticing way, loving feelings and their
emotions now touching me deeply within my being.
Searching interiorly for the sequences of reminiscence
from yesterday, hoping they will never fade even after my
death takes everything else from me.
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