Dreams are fragrances,
reminding us to remember
the vision, the voice departed,
the place of youth no longer
visited; the person we were,
but have changed.
Regrets are long. Promises
become minced oaths
and lies hurt us the most.
Attempts to make the right
from the wrongs are absorbed
each day; rumbling of strengths
no more.
To take back or retreat is the
stone too great to move.
But we try, as time circles our
soul.
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