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Far into the years,

I changed.

I got used to it,

and learned to smile.

But there were

voices I remembered,

long left behind.



Clutter has invaded

my life.

Leaves of regret

pile up with

the lightest wind,

bringing spirits of the past.



Often I go backward

to the slow stream

I followed when

I was a child.

Leaving that solitude,

I retreated into adulthood,

not my best handiwork.



But all things settle in

to the meant-to-be,

and I make my peace

but keep the stones

so lovingly gathered

from the crystal stream.