Your name

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I find you in my clock ticking,

I find you with my heart beating,

My soul surrendering to your echoes,

My mind witnessing your memories.

And with clean slate, every time,

I write your name.

But with the wet of my eyes,

It gets rubbed away.


In the waters, of the lightening blue.

In the sun, shining over the sand,

I write your name again,

But the water clears it away.


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