Sand of Past Memories


Sand of past memories,

flowing in the desert of emotion,

the faces of truth and lies—

silence speaks of everything;

the meaning of love is nothing to understand…

What matters if someone is nothing?

A question of life to be answered…

Still waiting—you left; they left.

Everything fell apart in my mind.

Still, I put a fake smile on my face,

with a thousand more faces of life,

to answer my soul—

still waiting for answers…


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