Transient eyes no longer see
the wisps of white that float along.
Miniature parasols of memory.
Fully blown seeds soar free
to awaken following a scope yearlong.
Transient eyes no longer see
the two figures visible only faintly,
hoping to prolong
miniature parasols of memory.
Sharing what they knew to be
moments in a reflection lifelong,
transient eyes no longer see.
Away the cold winds carry
a forgotten sigh, a silent song.
Miniature parasols of memory
The images now only foggy
that lived in reminiscence, so strong
Transient eyes no longer see
miniature parasols of memory.
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