Forgetfulness seeps from within, cushioning thoughts
of yesterday on whims of fancy.
Beginning images anew, filter through, tending them-
selves with renewed energy.
Figuratively flying above thoughts on evening stars
of enlightenment.
Sensing beautiful oasis's of once grand moments in
time, falling asleep within their memories, reliving
them once more before final horizons close their
doors.
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I would like to translate this poem