winds of memories
pushing tumbleweeds of thoughts
from distant past
It seems like yesterday
I was what I am..
or I am what I was…
A fleeting memory
A hostly companion
reminding that I am not
what I think I am….
yet eternally I am what I am
but if I can truly “see”..
then “I am” no more…
but simply “am”
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Author:
Mario Piedra (Pseudonym) (
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