I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I know not where;
For, so swifly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air
It fell to earth I know now where;
For who has sight so keep and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?
Long long afterward, in an oak,
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
No deep memories with this that I can recall, but I just like it. We are all a part of the whole, and nothing good is ever truly lost.
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