There was a time
when I built little sailboat
and sailed around the sea a bit.


There was another time
I built a little bigger boat
with two of my good neighbors.
We sailed in lakes nearby
awhile and loved it.


Sometimes these days
I see the wind
playing with the leaves of trees
and memories are spawned.
I find that I am yearning
as I engage in the returning.

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