Into the hidden jars of memory
I reach my cautious hand
And pull out shards and broken words
Lucky and unlucky numbers
Leftover pieces of unfinished puzzles
And there at the very bottom find
A small envelope of yellow seeds
Of some flower I've forgotten
The name of but the fragrance
Of that day remains plain
Spilling into my waiting palm
Carried carefully to some ground
I've saved some light I've made
Where the beginning is found
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