I wonder what your story was,
before the world smoothed your edges,
before the wind carried your name
to places you never meant to go.
Did you dance with the tides,
or chase the sun across open fields?
I see it in your eyes
the trace of dreams
left untold,
like a book half-written,
pages missing,
ink smudged by time.
I wonder what your story was,
before silence became your only answer.


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