Jumping recklessly into fast-paced rhythms being
beaten into remainders of yesterdays's sparks of
lightened fires we once started in our hearts.
Losing ground as we wend our way over mountainous
emotions, ashes being strewn over the plains of
inner deserts.
Innervating motions tallying themselves in mazes
and puzzles we once put together.
Pieces are now broken and torn, wanting to again
find their spaces in our past lives, when we were
so much in love, dancing in darkened evenings of
our souls.
Totally in unison with what we once had, and let
go of foolishly in our youth.
Somber thoughts provoking rhythms of their images
in mind.
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