Once more, the tidal waves
come crashing on the shore.
Drifting in the floatsam
your memories on my mind.
And once again the sandcastles
of grim, stoic resolve,
capitulate to the flood,
crumble.
come crashing on the shore.
Drifting in the floatsam
your memories on my mind.
And once again the sandcastles
of grim, stoic resolve,
capitulate to the flood,
crumble.
4 comments:
ironical how this actually happens...in spite of 100 convictions that this time we have dumped all those memories...
hmm...black. darkness.
thanks for droppin by my blog! :)
few words and beautiful way of your expression.
that was really expressive :)
beautiful and excellent!
and I ditto d Sinner!
darn these memories :)
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