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Glimpse of Tomorrow
She absorbed the last minutes,
running almost backwards,
engraving shapes of memories
through up and down swirling confusion
in calm conviction to the unknown.
Just one more time she made the bed
under spring blossoms.
Unheard words served at breakfast,
which would never taste the same.
Careless fluorescing shots squealing
through the maze of remembrance,
tiredly fall in overly small suitcase-
she tries to save some space for all.
Gently picking her valued,
lovingly brushing the time,
seeping through her fingers,
she carefully covered the childhood
with a blanket of stars,
washed her feet in the ocean
and became her tomorrow.
