December 18, 2014

Neither time not distance, it seems 
Can keep my thoughts chained. 
Like a gushing stream of pristine water, 
The memories makes their presence felt.

Blatant, like an unforgettable image;
And even when the eyes may be closed
The sound of water hitting the rocks 
Takes me back to a tumultuous time. 

These voices will never go away, fade 
Hence I must buy my peace with them.
Live a life so beautiful, a daring adventure
That the sounds unite in a singular melody.

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