Oh gallant souls…
Carrying my sins
Eternal imprints of my time being.
My vessel rooted in motion.
Yet my gulf hangs in mental retreats
Hospitals where my tears etch on the sheets
In houses of lovers, my scent hovers
The ocean waves, whirling winds chariots whisper of memory
The breeze thuds tiny shards against my cage
Fixed in poise
Full of knowledge eternal and full of bliss.
The coal-black crow caws an ancient memorandum.
Rippling down the centuries of memoirs.
Unpacking, packing
Obscurities of ancient crusaders.












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