Standing on the shores of time
Stars of memories still shine;
Rooted in the sands of past
Hoping the storm would not last;
Wishing for a pleasant rain
And a life without pain;
Never been a clear sky
As the days passed by;
Crossed many a haunting mile
Searching for a reason to smile;
Clinging on to hope amidst the noise
But do I have a choice?
1 comment:
I can see a Lady Tennyson here. :-)
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