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Ghosts of a season past

As I wake up from sleep
I recall dreams
Fragments of yesterday
Scattered in my consciousness
Like golden-brown leaves in Fall
From a wintry dark desolate place
Memories of yesterday
A place and a time
That once was
Now given way to newer experiences
That replace the old
With a soft yet swift tread
But I know not what lies ahead.

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