Memories

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Blurred images, floating through my mind,

encircling me like wispy mists above a mountain.

I try to grab a memory to see it clearer,

only for it to escape my fingers like smoke.

There is a lingering scent, a pull of an emotion,

sometimes even a taste, but it rapidly fades and I wonder,

is it a dream or a memory?

HCB


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