unforgotten
Listen to the wind
whispering through the trees.
Feel the message it craves to send.
It brings you to your knees.
A calming breath through the tears.
Yearning to be exempt.
Treading carefully through the years
Somehow knowing it's time is spent.
Soon it will be dead and all things will grieve.
But not one tear will it shed.
Perhaps it doesn't really leave
Weaving softly beside me,
allusively it's here, for eternity.
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