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Is it true, whatever will be, will be?
How did we get this far? How did we, get to be?
When you walked into my life my heart bowed,
in reverence to a distant memory.
Your face unfamiliar, told no tale.
Before we spoke, ethereal music echoed my mind in delicate retrospects of, I knew you...
when?
Is it true what was, will be again?
Our souls, perennial.
Everlasting. Ever, knowing.
Our flesh, a mere out-pouring of will, to be?
Ephemereal flowers, subject to time and space?
I see your face, it tells no tale.
But in your eyes, a looking glass through which I step,
I find a familiar garden where we once walked in unison.
A forecast, of our tomorrows. Sewn by the seeds, in the shadow of yesterday, you walked back into my life, as naturally as the roses in Spring.
Your scent remained, etched through the corridors of my mind where now, our music echoes the song of yesterday.
What was, is again.
© Valerie Jochum
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