Hardly They Come

Hardly they come

Even on the eve of sevens

Long roads, high walls

The forgetting time has long since past

Early mornings greet faceless waters

Gathering scents before first steps, leaving

Inhale, lungs filled with yesterdays

Exhale, burying distant memories for now

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