Recorded: Lost Thoughts
In the silence of night,
They roam around in full flight.
Whispers of memories,
Dancing in dream ceremonies.
Slipping away from my grasp,
Like sand grains in hourglass.
They fade like moon at night,
Leaving behind a trace of Silverlight.
I Chase them through the long corridors,
But they are evanescent, leaving the doors.
I try to grab them, a very faint smell,
And those faints landed on this page.
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