The morning dawns
in blue skies, dark green
abundance, and I
wander along the corridors
of memory and remember
sitting in the garden
swing of my grandparents'
back-yard on a distant moment
this reflects; an umbilical cord
to my true self, in that
moment not yet lost,
through the long, withering
years of my autumn.
13.06.2022
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