When memory becomes landscape
I want to be the wind
travel with the ocean wave
When memory becomes forest
I want to be the sunshine
bury my face inside the golden leaves
When memory becomes music
I want to be a drum
inspire you
dancing with the ocean wave
and I will be the wind again
chasing every step of your move
When memory becomes you
I want to be the air
surround you
hold you tight
breathe you
turn
into
you
This is so beautiful and you capture the pervasiveness of memory so well, as various landscapes that make us who we are. Well done.
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