More wistful now than poignant,
Whistling softly with the wind,
Dancing dapples of recollection,
Allow forgetfulness to begin.
Whirling notions stirred aloft,
Willowy wisps in pirouettes,
Patina-ed shimmer intertwines,
Sure Hope no regret can forget.
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Used to decrease aspects of dimentia seems a clue to the title's tie to the poem. The poem itself is masterful in its wording feeling wistful and the last line is genius in its tying of hope, regret and forgetfulness into their relationship. Lovelu
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