Such dreams I dreamt, when I was young,
A string of pearls; now come unstrung.
My life seems writ upon a sky,
Of memory clouds ... floating by.
Some light, and white, fill me with wonder;
Others hold fierce storms, and thunder,
From a past I sometimes yearn for,
Or regret, and shut my mind door,
To the places and the faces
That my yearning heart embraces.
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