I recall,
scenes of fall,
and ocean sprays,
salty scented airs,
against a back drop,
of oncoming Moon,
as Sun down swoons,
closing my eyes,
curtains rise,
like a symphony playing,
silently loud,
far away,
I fall from the crowd,
at peace,
a part of me,
always remains,
on days,
I feel distained.
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