Sarah Naiding

Lingering memories

tormenting her
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Underneath the clouded memory

A visage with whom I collided,
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Quite friendly they are
Both the moon and the star,
Their closeness can be
Measured from afar.
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Sometimes I grow restless, thinking of spring,
The love that we shared, the joy it would bring.
How beautiful it was—our hearts took flight,
Do you remember those dreams at night?
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Hopes are like the
Yellow grasses,
Underneath the rock
Laying on and on.
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A blind monster with loose lips

Being furrowed in anger and thirst
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Distorting me once again
through it's bitter blow,
Smudging my visage
through it's nasty flow.
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