In 1985, I glimpsed memories of all I had been through. Some good. Some not. They came over me in a twinkling, shining with a gleam, then changed from bright to faint for a moment, a moment in which I saw all my memories twinkle by.
DUSTING
The day drifts by,
Twinkling translucently
Before my very eyes,
Only to leave behind
The delicate dustings
Of yesterday’s memories
Gone by.
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