Passing Reminiscience


A memory swept in the wind of my mind.

a passing gesture of physical expression.

Sadly ending in the wanting of him..But he never saw me..he was blind to my essence.

Never understanding my heart nor my intellect.


A passing gesture retrospect in the collects of time, the shifting of lives to sift the mind.

Yet, I long for


My passing reminiscence in time.

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