Unsaid memories drift away,
shifting the sands of time.
And I'm waiting....
for a new day to come my way.
North winds have stopped blowing,
breaking the chains into a new season.
I'm still standing on the edge of the cliff,
trying to weave actions into reason.
Crystal diamonds shimmering in the eyes,
painted blue in memories I can’t leave behind,
I'm still waiting....
As the sands slip out of my hands.
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