A chilly breeze is blowing
Faded foliage are falling slowly,
My mind keeps on wandering
Where am I exactly?
Bittersweet memories flood my mind
Pricks of tears well up, time and again,
Enveloped by silhouettes and shadows-
This floating existence.
My vision's clouded, heart's overcast
So I keep searching to find my way
In a place, not my own -an outcast,
Barely, keeping everything at bay.
Passing through a labyrinth
Living from day to day,
Going everywhere yet nowhere;
I am an echo of someday.
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Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
