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Monday, April 18, 2011

Memories


The memories are deep sometimes
They travel upon me like the moving sky
Thoughts aimlessly flood in at peculiar times
In a rhapsody they roam within my mind


These are moments when consciousness has died
Reality subdued within distant cries
Shadows lulled against whispers of life
In a rhapsody you roam beneath my eyes.

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