This sweet memory
Had gone forever
But I wish you're still around
Strolling the sane path
We used to take
Soaking from  the same drizzle
We ever got
Of course I realize we now get a different journey
And impossible to reunite
But the song,the path, and the drizzle
Still clouded my mind whenever I'm lonely
The art of fiction, the edge of Fall, Fredericksburg, 9/7/2024
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