Till then is to let go.
Breathing from the icelake
I spend my exile
From times to time
Breathing from the ice lair
Inhaling memories.
Memories of flashes
Here and there
Your hand here, now
No where
Memories, bruises,
A cut here
A cut there
Leaves me wandering
From ray to ray
Drowned in seaful memory
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
Till then is to let go.
Breathing from the icelake
I spend my exile
From times to time
Breathing from the ice lair
Inhaling memories.
Memories of flashes
Here and there
Your hand here, now
No where
Memories, bruises,
A cut here
A cut there
Leaves me wandering
From ray to ray
Drowned in seaful memory
Sad memories
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