Even best friends
Unquestioning companions
End.
The stone falls
To the well
And echoes tell
Measurements beyond sight.
Memory is the last
Remembrance.
Wish it be a brook
Fond visted
That washes smooth
Edged rock to pebbles
Like round vowels.
Even those we treasure
And best friends
Echo
Beyond our sight
And help us measure.
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