In the memories I used know
Those I have forgot or maybe were not
But are whispered in the winds which blow.
A breath which haunts my mind
Bringing to me the Way I see
In the world which I now find.
Upon the winds of time
Each now brought in a fleeting thought
The precious vintage of the sublime.
Even the times I did not adore
Just let me touch what I loved so much
The times of long before
Jess Reil
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Catwacker Poetry
