Shallow streams
Echo in chambers of fallen dreams
In bittersweet visions she
Comes to me
Memories
That come in eves and carry me
Sail away
Rising, the tides scream that things don’t change
Simple complexities
Seem so strange
Still they stay
While she, pristine, is there but out of range
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 12:08 AM UTC
Shallow streams
Echo in chambers of fallen dreams
In bittersweet visions she
Comes to me
Memories
That come in eves and carry me
Sail away
Rising, the tides scream that things don’t change
Simple complexities
Seem so strange
Still they stay
While she, pristine, is there but out of range
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