I am good only as a memory
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An old faded photograph
A forgotten song
The leftover of a delicious romance
A childhood bruise
The reminiscence of a holiday
of a year one is unsure of…
The years pass by
I sit by the banks
Time and I
Oblivious of one another
The sun sets
I turn around and see
The sun rise
From the other side
A white balloon glides through the stars
An orange ball rolls by the white lilies
The sky is black
The sky is blue
The sky is white
A lotus blooms
in the waters
seduced by the moon
embraced by a serpent.
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