Wind blows,
as the leaves shiver
Sun shines,
as the tears quiver
a plain sight
of imagination
crumbles into
the grain of sands
on,
shore of the seas,
battering it
against the shore,
more and more
the birds chirp,
and the trees sing,
the lights surrenders
and the night rings,
the time flatters and
memories wings,
day and night
night and day,
why does it have to be this way?
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