Gilded past as thoughts flow fast
a tidal wave is crashing,
minutes gone of sands alone
yet through the mind and flashing.
Holding still as memories spill
the heart too faintly fluttered,
a moments will to depth reveal
a flame enraged unshuttered.
Willful wind enclose defend
the embers dying never,
encircling words of life deterred
in truth and so unclever.
Burn forever's course they will
til death no still in passing,
gentle past your thoughts flow fast
a tidal wave is crashing.
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