These floating whispers carried by wind
On the shore, I sit with my memories unhinged
The clash that occurs too noisy it seems
That water and fire among the grains that seep
Upon the horizon my eyes were fixed to see
But there was no sunset in the beholder of thee
The waves that reached the sand held plead
But the drops were shallow to withstand the head
- Author: arial ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2024 13:47
- Category: Unclassified
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