In the still of the night where memories are taken out
and looked at, tears fall, cascading from your mind's
heart, doing double duty for your soul as well.
Water under the bridge is backwashed into our thoughts
as we lose our way in depths of another horizon.
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In the still of the night where memories are taken out and looked at, tears fall, cascading from your mind's heart, doing double duty for your soul as well. unique composition. loved reading.