we walk in footprints . long buried and paved over . but not forgotten
never to return . a stream need not remember . the changes its seen
a splash of colors . creates a moment, before . it is forgotten
a passing moment . is easily forgotten . unless there’s context
to see a moment . is to live in its passing . and smile when it’s gone
memories repeat . but we may not realize . that each time they change
something commonplace . taken for granted, was once . considered special
a leaf, fallen, rests as a memory to be of what had been, once
it’s not always clear . which memory is haunting . making decisions
what once used to be . loses much of its meaning . as memories fade
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