Listen to the soft patter
Of the rain
The silent whisper
Of the wind
And find answer
To questions never asked
Did you let it go?
Was it all so wrong?
Or was it right
That you did not fight
For it with all your might
That you chose
To forget it
The memories all linger
some taste like ginger
some like a winner
the good and the bad,
bitter-sweet iony
it is
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