Dreams Gone By.

Fluttering wings span just short of highlands,

iceborne shards of fast-slicing firebrands.

October leaves drift as melancholy blooms,

leaving behind trace memories it consumes.

A sigh of autumn wind, blowing by the ear

as realization soon hits; it’s almost been a year.

Time spent awake at times felt like a dream –

Yet what dreams came upon unraveling seams?

A blink of an eye is

the flash of a year’s life

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