Chase not the wind of time
it follows slowly across minds
always roads of denial, approaching
streams of deceit and destruction..

Leading down each path you
search no more for a silence
lost, it's cast away like a
forgotten dream, beckoning
to come home..

Leave the tender runner, there
are no shadows to hide each
fear, just an empty emotion
leading to a seared conclusion..

Far off you watch the denseness
catching clouds that collapse
under weighing emptiness
searching, losing spirit, tasting
fears of regrets lost..

Flow toward your laughter
let kindness soar, streams
disappear, when sadness speaks
each name silently, only embers
left from flames of yesterday...



By Derena
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