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The Stories In Between

If my words were to
Fall from you
Scattered on the ground
To be whisked away
On an unfelt breeze
If you’ve forgotten what this tree
Was like before the leaves fell
Or this flower, when in bloom
I hold no ill will toward you
For what you cannot see
Or what you cannot remember
Lost, to the things you never knew
For as each breath gives life
It goes equally unnoticed
As time does tend to numb
And the rains often wash away
With the realization that
It all dies eventually
Even what grows in its place
Forsaken, abandoned, insignificant
Unrecognizable to the eyes and ears
Of those who stand watching

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Posted July 6, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

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