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In the Depth of Memories
Tales of Salted Tears and Passionate Seas
In the depth of memories, our pain grows strong,
Eyes glisten with tears, a sorrowful song.
When love turns to longing, its saltiness we taste,
Yet slightly tinged with bitterness, in passionate haste.
Immobile we become, frozen on a chair,
For what we desire, we’ll do anything, anywhere.
Wishing winds to follow ship’s course true,
Caught amidst the turmoil, the ocean’s fierce rue.
Such is longing, like embers that glow,
Filling our vision with a radiant show.
Yet quickly it fades, that passion inside,
Not all longing is true, not all loyalty abides.
Our dreams crumble, on pathways they lay,
Inscribed in our souls, with pens of dismay.
We water these dreams, like thirsty flowers seek,
Our tears, their nourishment, yet they make them weak.
The days come, and we wish them to be,
Yet stumble we do, like children, carefree.
Some memories we try to erase, to drive the longing away,
Yet others nestle deep in hearts, too heavy to say.
