Memories

My soul is yearning for fulfilment,

my heart is aching for the words,

my mind is full of distant callings,

my body wishes for the freedom of a bird.

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The emptiness of the minds void,

echoing in cascades of following,

the dense bouncing in a cuboid,

nothing gained - so lonely.

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How do I fill the empty void?

Where can I pour out the sands of time?

Where are the colours to paint my picture?

Where are the memories I can call mine?

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Memories owe so dear,

memories of love and fear,

memories captured in a tear,

memories that my life will steer.