The Same Face
What a ride that was
the refreshing breeze
the twinkling sunrays
the smile that didn't fade
after the quick but certain stop
and the light steps that followed
a hop toward the next delight
moods illuminated by encroaching twilight
So why can it all be forgotten
invisible, and no longer not even real
how can the same face be sullen
masking memories unrevealed?
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