Dear friend the wind remembers
What the snow forgets
Now you live in the future
Like a Russian doll
Receding into a sliver
Of your former self
Death parents time
To grow up to be
Something that happens
Day to day over there
All I have to do is listen
To your new language
The gift of your advice on how
To go on living here and now
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