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age, Aging, creative, Creative writing, Depression, loss, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Reflection, verse, writing
Saw the lines
Drawn in the sand
That marked our time and place,
Heard the words
In silence fall
That gave life to the lie,
Watched the face
From clouds emerge
Reveal its mocking eye,
Felt the sea
Beneath my feet
All futures soon erased,
Saw the veins
Fill up with salt
An atlas of our days,
Heard the sigh
Of ghosts now gone
Their helplessness unchained,
Watched the flow
Spill over dunes
The drowning man restrained,
Felt the sky
Sink to its knees
And blue eyes turn to grey.
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