Distant lands far and in between with wind catching and lifting the leaves.
The memories are stored in each tear drop that falls from your eyes, which forms a huge ocean that reflects off the sky.
Voices of the past echo and as time goes on they slowly dissipate until they are gone.
Time has moved on at an accelerated rate and all i’ve ever known has been erased.
The wind mingles with the sand and sea and one day they will carry me.
-Lisamarie-
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