Torment
October 2, 2014
The words unspoken
The risks yet not taken
A single soul of the wind and the sound
of the tree moving ,
She walks slowly towards the shore
What a beautiful sunset!
She had the suns glamarous light sparkling on her eyes.
She had her memories repressing
Right inform of her eyes,
This torment will be with her untilshe dies.
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