If the past had
been revealed
it would have
been as if a
grain of sand
washed upon the
shore,
A pebble lying
in wait.
If a tattered
veil
had been lifted
gave way entrance
to peek through
this story would
have played
differently.
The actors like
a leaf
blowing in a
breeze
blown away
crying
somewhere a
faint memory.
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