Distant lands
Planned but wasted summers
Wash away the waves of my imagination
Soft, light silk
White, weightless
Fabric
Planned but wasted summers
Wash away the waves of my imagination
Soft, light silk
White, weightless
Fabric
Humidity, sweet tea, wine and a gentle breeze.
Just like our time
Youth comes in momentary glances;
It carries on without a warning or reminder.
Shadows of movement, dancing bodies Just like our time
Youth comes in momentary glances;
It carries on without a warning or reminder.
Imitating the core, the unwritten
Pattern of Fibonacci.
What are we?
But souls swirling through space and time
Part of an infinite microcosm
But the stories lost
Through the flames of Alexandria
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