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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