Lost Bounty

Fresh winds blow dust
from old memories,

carried into Spring
by an empty hand.

A new bloom shivers
in the morning sun.

Scents drag in the air,
a clean draw for the

rising spirit as it searches
what it once knew.

Thin fingers reach out
to caress the forgotten sky.

Old memories, carried
into Spring by empty hand.

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