in the dawn..
the sound of the sleeping sea
without you..
the wind in the cypress trees
like a lonely wolf..
the world my heart made up
all gone
in dreams or memories
of sunsets burnt in flames
of purple seas
of dawns in pink and grey
no real words we spent
to soften our wounded selves..
no words of truth when we met..
instead,monsoons of tears did i shed,
as a caress on your unbending, frozen heart.
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