Furrowed brow
Hearing
Whispers in the wind
Chasing autumn leaves
Floating in the air
Fingertips reaching to touch
Ethereal, drifting, fleeting
Wisps of lingering memories
Echos of silence
Embracing spaces
Where once you breathed
Memories slipping away
Nowhere to be found
by Valerie Nettles
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