Face of water and salt
People prodding steady and tall
Glimpses, eyes and ears
Sound and fears
Out is now to see
No where to be found in this sphere
Carrier of disappointment
Hopes smashed to dust
Winds of time
Flow of heart
Storm of the mind
Fair ,what is written
White crisp sky high
Black what was in sight
Gray rippled night
Spilt over stained char
Expectations
Experiences in frames
Body not the same
Years in sentiment
Starless moonless darkness
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