like skies
change colours—
from the crimson
of passion
to the beige of
fear.
When brown twilights
Sing a haunting dirge
And foams of clouds shine white
On the shores of the sky
In the morning light
With eternity do I merge.
Memories
like the sea
charge on the
rocks
and I find
they fill in the
big and small crevices
and leave little
droplets behind.
Memories
like the rain
bring forth a
deluge
of agonizing pain.
and like the
puddles
that dry away
remind of a stolen
moment
of a stolen day.
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