Sometimes, I need some time alone
without the echoes of another voice,
the shadows, the silhouettes, the mist
crashing against the night, breaking
through the easy blue of summer skies
Wind drifts in, like a gentle whisper
healing me from the past, the quiet ache
yesterday’s memory growing dimmer
inside, I hear the music of time
pouring out the broken waves, soundless
and full of...
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