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Drifting Clouds
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Do I remember ?
Do I remember ?
Do I remember ?
Keeping my memories away...
Both the good ones and the bad ones...
Away... away ...
Faraway...
My thoughts flick back to the grey sky...
Still in its drifting clouds
Drifting clouds...
Drifting ...
Drifting ...
I am not listening
I am not listening
I am not listening
But memories keep on talking away ...
Just like a club, my mind is home today
It played away yesterday...
Yesterday... yesterday...
Yesterday stays out of the way
... ... ... ...
Do I remember ?
Do I remember ?
Do I remember ?
Keeping my memories away...
Both the good ones and the bad ones...
Away... away ...
Faraway...
My thoughts flick back to the grey sky...
Still in its drifting clouds
Drifting clouds...
Drifting ...
Drifting ...
I am not listening
I am not listening
I am not listening
But memories keep on talking away ...
Just like a club, my mind is home today
It played away yesterday...
Yesterday... yesterday...
Yesterday stays out of the way
... ... ... ...
Published 9th Feb 2019
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9th Feb 2019 8:34pm
There are some things that cannot be escaped, Marks. Today is one of them.
I really enjoyed this.
I really enjoyed this.
10th Feb 2019 00:33am
Thank you very much, Ahavti.
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14th Mar 2019 00:46am
Yes memories can be overly complicated and dangerous
in their moment.. . until yesterday fades and new ones
are created..
Lovely, Marks
in their moment.. . until yesterday fades and new ones
are created..
Lovely, Marks
14th Mar 2019 00:47am
