Over the sleeping world,
memory wanders.
In dreams, it follows familiar paths
of footprints pressed into timeless snows,
until desperate fingers
grab the icy blanket and roll over.
It’s a journey of love and longing -
chasing shadows of things out of reach,
plucking the past from winter’s grip,
anointing it with tears,
mixing joy with regret,
mourning the final setting
of so many suns,
their lights extinguished.
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