Memory

 

If I see,

If I play,

If it's bleak,

Sweep it away.

 

If it's bright,

Let it remain,

If it's overwhelming,

Grant a brief refrain.

 

If I yearn for their return,

Can they be retrieved?

For when I depart this earth,

My memories may be deceived.

 

May they endure, vibrant and true,

Unbound by the limits of time's review.

The essence of art, profound and vast,

Where every soul's echo is cast.

 

If I see,

If I play,

Let them linger,

Don't let them fray.

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