sometimes, tucked away in plain sight are memories we had forgotten
the stream doesn’t care how much water it carries it goes with the flow
the path i follow isn’t the same direction as the tracks were laid
even subtle change can seem sudden when it comes unexpectedly
even the smallest things can make an impression that lasts a lifetime
there’s a street nearby that i’d never walked; and a closed used bookstore where i never shopped
in later autumn before the snow, a quiet beauty starts to show
one drop of water is a distraction, thousands can change how we see
with each new season we see the passage of time in living color
as we play the game hoping for a treat, someone is planning a trick
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