Memories
Over wades of the tides
Rushing on the edge of
The sandy shore;
Lines of your face seem
To form with the mist of
The tidal wave rush,
Precious memories seem
To capture each thought
The very scent of you
Stored away,
Preserve and store to never
Be forgotten
Your eyes seem to hold me
In an illusional state,
As I stand in blank air spaces
While you hold me
Dearly within your mind
Heart and soul
As you fade into the
Salty mist from the sea
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