Memories....

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 when waves crashes on to the shore

white, stark  memories soar

when deep orange  sun seeps into oceans lap

aching  grey thoughts deepens its clasp

when lonely shadows glide in glistening sands

heart bleeds on shards of    piercing glass

when stars adorn deep blue night skies

faded flowers in  dusty  pages silently cries 

when dawn peers through the arched window panes

streaming  tears leaves salty soulful stains

when waves crashes on to the shore

white, stark memories soar...









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