SWINGING WITH THOUGHTS

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Holding on to my autumn-like memories,

when the faded ones try to attach,

with the glimmering vivacious new ones.

The branched web becomes my cradle,

while I watch the crimson horizon

take away the bygones along.

The twinkling memories,

become the requisite lumen,

to keep me going

on the gloomy twilight,

waning yesterday’s detritus.

Memories once faded do brighten up when reflected upon through the light of happiness while making new ones.