A lone tear,
A bit of his being,
Meanders
The crevices of memories
And falls into nothingness,
Seeking her, yet again.
He lets go of the pieces
Of his broken heart
Clutching the remains
Of her fragrance
Ebbing away swiftly.
Wednesday 21 June 2017
Dèjá Vu
The ocean crashes with all its might,
Upon the gigantic, steady rocks.
She basks in the tranquil moonlight
And counts five hundred stars.
As the children squeal in delight
She smiles and closes her eyes
For she recognises all of it,
The waves, the joyful laughter,
The crescent and the starry night,
The fragrant forest blossoms
And the distant blinking light.
Upon the gigantic, steady rocks.
She basks in the tranquil moonlight
And counts five hundred stars.
As the children squeal in delight
She smiles and closes her eyes
For she recognises all of it,
The waves, the joyful laughter,
The crescent and the starry night,
The fragrant forest blossoms
And the distant blinking light.
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