SUMMARY: Were they just constant flowing memories and thoughts, or just spirits from a typical cold, cloudy night?
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An iridescent cloud shining up in the sky
Raining memories when grief strikes oneself
I see you, I feel you
Nothing has changed in them.
When the Sun needs to shine and give way to the day
It evaporates into nothingness
Making everything be nonexistent as time lets it be.
Embracing the spirit with the wind
Freezing what once was a warm heart
Your shadow without wings
Makes me feel desolate without a possible restart.
Like ghosts hunting everywhere, I go
Embracing in the darkest moments when one is alone
Nothing ever disappears
Forever staying in where it always is.
The hole of the past
Pinning a position with a mast
Makes everything be static
Or more like a classic in one's dreams.
Flowing like a river’s current
My mind relapses to where we once stood
Crashing to its other end
Where nothing was supposed to bend.
Spirits emanating from sparks
Reappearing from now and then
Reenacting moments in distance
With only the wind snatching them away in coexistence.
Who is meant to think what must be thought?
Those limitless spirits without fraught
Casting your shadow from behind
An unbreakable bind.
Wishing I could just fly
To just sit and watch
Not to cry on a meaningless swatch
At what happiness I was forced to stash
Yet forever wash in my head and heart
As if it had just been trash.
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