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| A Distant Melody |
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| A distant melody comes to mind, like the faint chiming of a tiny bell. A faraway sound, nearly silent here, but ringing loudly in some forgotten memory. Memories, as olde and pale as sun-bleached, withered bones; as fragile as chalk. Reminiscent memories, like an heirloom of fine, olde, lace; soft, yet painfully delicate. Ah, painful, fondly-echoing past. Never forgotten, often misplaced, surprisingly sharp. Gently it returns, hauntingly, as if an ageless, timeless reflection. Ever sweet as ambrosia. For the reflections of todays past are the subtle, poisoned nectar of today's mind. A taste of honey too often bitter as rind, but, nevertheless endeared; endured. Opening, unfurling as delicately as the fragrant, sacred lotus blossom, blooming deep within the recesses of our minds. Soft intrusions from the private abyss of ones own darkness. Echoing, churning, melodiously resounding eternally therein. |
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