squandered time ~

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beyond the fear
of knowing
a knowledge greater still
than all the books
remembered
in their prime

beyond the grace
of letting be –
the first sweet breath
of life –
a memory returned
of squandered time

sorrow bears
the taking back –
yet grieves for days
between
when all we loved
remains as tears
divine

. . .

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