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Nov 2014
A forest
center of
the dais
my bare feet
I sing
A forest
encircling, closing
the world
from minutes we spent
I'm alone here
with the well of painful lost causes
lent to
memories missing
memories drifting out
as the trees close in

dreamless, I'll be here
sleepless, restless, near
yearning for clues in the mist time brought, yearning
for you
Nature Memory Loss

Part of a series involving themes of nature, memory, and loss.
Lenore Lux
Written by
Lenore Lux  Portland
(Portland)   
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