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Glowing blue embers
Slowly burn into memory
Gazing into eyes
Of sublime beauty, my heart
In tranquility resides...
flying along the beach,
winged souls of dead sailors...
cry out...
in the wind.

prompt: seagulls
fifteen words
like a wraith,
in the moonlight roams the graveyard,
so memories of you haunt me

The more you cut yourself off emotionally & physically
The less we become what we were
As time passes memory fails
And we grow apart...
wondering why there was a "we" at all.


— The End —