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Forgotten fragments


Ancient runes and standing stones

Welcoming me onto their land

A place that feels like home

Where memories are secretly kept

in the depths of every bone


I have been here before

When my soul was

younger, wild and free

I’m eager to encounter

these forgotten fragments

of my entity


Wavy roads meander among

forests lush and green

Boarded with thousands of flowers along

the coloring book of my dream


In life’s hands I yield, pure and true

With an open heart I persue

the voyage to myself and

let the mystery continue



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