mere memories that reside in lost things,
the forgotten until we touch something seemingly meaningless,
remembering what was that now used to be,
an object that holds such power yet so easy to throw away,
lost thought turns into broken pieces of an entire landscape,
holding something so thoughtful,
mere objects with memories.
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Oceans In My Mind
PoetryPart 2 of The Days With No Sun. Oceans In My Mind. poetry, rants, thoughts, inspiration. Read on loves.
