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"i remember"

  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Sep 20, 2021
  • 1 min read

I remember her so vividly;


a picture in my mind

lies


and it reeks of

devastation-


a portrait of the love

we lost but never knew


the bones hold the fever

of the dreams we never had,


the bones hold the storms

we pretend don’t stir within.


Rushing waters whisper

and the scars become silver


until the clock hits midnight


and we begin again,


a rebirth,

something new

but something better,


a glimmer of hope

or an illusion of optimism?


 
 
 

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