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Thoughts of memories flutter in the breeze as cool winds blow through the window, pulling them from the past. Leading them into the foyers of the mind, where they may reside, for a time, while I lay on my bed. Coming and going like the movement of the curtains, sighing upon the whisperings of the wind, like the grains of long stalks of grass, rustling, These are the tides of the night. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 10/21/07
Was going to put in the words "in the dark" in the 2nd last line, but resisted. Didn't want to spoil it.