like the tears
swept away in
the winds of fire
pulling at pain and
loss and scattering
them into the ways
let them burn
the whispers said
they are only the
unkept memories
that need no tending-
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Poetry, rambles, art, growth
like the tears
swept away in
the winds of fire
pulling at pain and
loss and scattering
them into the ways
let them burn
the whispers said
they are only the
unkept memories
that need no tending-