Nostalgia meets head-on with wounded reality
A clash of time now scarring the deserted shore
Grief revisited, the saltiness tangible
Memory panorama numbly freezes
Will the sun tear open the cloud curtains
and promise another dawn ?
Under masked boulders, reason lies bleeding
Its crushed fragrance fierce, foreboding
tugging at sensitive roots of sensible climbers
Can solace come from mere rewinds?
For the trampled spirit to rise again
Just for a day when the sun is away
Can the moon masquerade as the sun?


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