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Woods White with fire

 

 

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Memory

Blue wind
rides a foaming white sea,
whipping the broken shore.
Above the sea, the sky, tear-stained,
with a faintest scent of my memory.

No return
no regret
just the endless dance of the wind.

 

© Aigha

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