Oh, memory is frequently told.
That of a person finding peace.
Seldom in the moment.
More the afterward.
No fanfare leads the ceremony.
Rather some just storytellers.
A life is lived with a sigh.
Life is loved with peace of mind.
Always there seems a candle
flickers as night drifts away.
It’s when the story is told
as a silent recall of memories
ahead, times that have meaning.
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