Cast-off souls call out in vain
To former flames with forgotten names,
Fragile as glass they wait for life
To deliver a chance to end the strife.
Beaten, not broken they still stand,
Beauty resonating throughout the sand,
Arm-in-arm they gaze out to sea,
Healing hope to set them free.
The wind blows and clears the air
Of the problems that are so unfair,
Predications of the past so trite
Are tossed aside in the pending night.
Cataclysmic thoughts sink
When one witnesses the final wink,
Because time spars with each of us,
Just to reinforce that wavering trust.
These are the souls time remembers
As they are the ones fools dismember,
The souls that breath all alone,
Without the monotony of life’s drone.
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