Where have you been my friend?
In the stories of the yore I search for you, like
The memories of a lost fragrance
You cling to me, deserting my soul when I try to recall
And smearing it when I least look for you.
Why do you visit me when I am asleep
And disappear into memory when I seek you?
You come to me like the dust in the wind,
Touching me and running away
While I try to make my way in your storm.
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2 comments:
im always holding on to you...so how can i leave u??
to the anonymous who is holding onto me: "the potter's clay" is only for you.
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