Across ancient yet familiar lands
Caught by pungent memories
A time gone by, yet it reached forward into the present
Ebbing then flowing back
To finish .. To begin again .. or to continue
Swept along by contentment
A path of knowledge, that could only swell her imagination
The very essence, it was
Done too soon, too early in the wheel
Based upon firm foundations
A fleeting taste of what could be or what could never be
In the end, she was pulled back
Leaving behind a stone
Something that would bring about again, perhaps
Soft April Mysteries
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