Sometimes
I pause and think about
The carcasses
Of a relinquishing past
Of fledgling ideas
That couldn’t fly
With broken wings
Of forgotten memories
That slipped
Into dark alleys
Of consciousness
I outstretch my arm
To feel their contours
To breathe life
Into them again
But they fade away
And choose to
Visit me
Fleetingly
In bizarre, vivid dreams
But somewhere I know
They lurk inside
In the darkness of my soul
And wring at my heart
As an undeniable
Irrepressible trace
Of residual memory
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How hv u been LOI?
big hugs LOI! take care
Hi Swaram how have you been ?
Hi Pixie how are you ? Hugs
all okay at ur end?
hey Dew how have you been ? All ok with me.. Long time no news.
You hvnt posted nething since a long time.. miss ur writings.. 🙂
hi dew how are you doing ? I have been pretty erratic, hope to get somewhat regular now!
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