reflecting pools

a cyclone of memories swirls before me clouding my eyes. each grain of dust a memory blinding me with emotional overload until I can do nothing but cry for all the things lost beneath the river of time. it's torrents carrying them far away, turning them over and over under the rolling current until they become tiny specks of dust and can no longer hold their former glory and they sail off on an unseen wind. traveling far and wide across the fertile plains of the mind where they either slip off into the dark places deep inside, or merge with other specks forming granuals, slowly growing larger as they become memories anew, for nothing is ever truly lost........

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