Your memory...like
remembering your face
and many things.
Many images carved on
the wall of time.
Am engulfed in such calm,
like a wandering breeze
over the sea of time
I watch past and present
andsense the power of energy
andwatch your face
over the sky above.
Your memory is there
like a throbbing heart
in a lost soul
holding a mortal body.
I catch flying words
towrite something on sand.
The kind sea loves them
take them away for a
waiting a waiting shell.
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