Incantation
She moves her head to the left
Lines upon lines, the source
Red car passes by
I stand by a riverbank
Cold, yet full of life
A branch collapses
Far away desire reconsiders
Accomplishments, retreats, introspections
Brushing away regret like an unwanted wrinkle
Upon the day, an incantation
Be better than yourself
Treat remorse like ice on a river
As a red car passes by
Hear the sounds of the day
As you turn away.
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