Matters little the scenario

Form has the same motive

A welling reality

Quiet repose

Soft rains on gray morning

Sunshine while we stroll alone

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I remember, then, when the music played

My every thought was reminders of then

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Certain lyrics call out names

Reminders of older games

While we interpose life

Purpose we are always

Seeking solutions in solace

Weeping in hidden causeways

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We all deliver epiphany like memoirs

Together the human condition speaks

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And when our heart responds

To suggest allowances exist

While the world demands in finite

Terms representing our souls

Departure from social norms

‘Tears may flow’ wept the sage

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A departure from our normal resilient

Self reflects the moment feeling reacts