EARLY ONE MORNING
Here is Memory walking in the dark
there are no pictures of her as she is
the coming day was never seen before
the stars have gone into another life
the dreams have left with no sound of farewell
insects wake flying up with their feet wet
trying to take the night along with them
Memory alone is awake with me
knowing that this may be the only time
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