Lost images, totally forgotten in sands of time,
lost on an invisible horizon from behind.
Rising and ebbing with the tide, life captures
what it can while riding waves of turmoil and
suffering.
Lending self to sand dunes on shore, going through
particles one last time.
Hoping to find some images that have not been torn
from pages of a mind by dementia.
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You have captured the feeling in this, Lending self to sand dunes on shore, going through particles one last time...Very nice.