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so here it is, the
passing of a season,
past, lost
afternoons in warm rays of laughter
words breathed to
the rhythm of dreams
leading skin and
spirit to peaceful convergence
yesterday echoes with
the rolling waves.
Now it is a happy memory.
ReplyDeleteYes, I have felt it.
ReplyDeleteYesterday echoes, today screams (live) and tomorrow waits for what shall pass through the sunlight.
ReplyDeletewords breathed to the rhythm of dreams