We lived in echoes

Afraid of the present

Our lives fading

Before they ever began

We danced

weightless like

dandelion dust drifting

in golden sky

our drying tears

glittering in fractured light,

like silver shadows,

in an indigo night,

hiding in memories,

forgotten before

they are remembered

as past


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  1. Living in heartfelt echoes is better than nothing, don’t you agree? For people like us, sharing through the aether is such a special way to build a strong bridge to “real” life, as paradox as this seems. So no memories, this is an ongoing empowerment. Thank you for your beautifully sustaining poetry, beloved sister. Leon

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