The tides of time have washed me away.
I sail beyond, to the unknown.
Will there be new shores beyond these horizons?
The wretched past stretches behind me;
A panorama of memories that will soon ebb,
As time and tide wash me afar, towards the unknown.
Old ties tug at my heart.
They stretch beyond vision, beyond memory, beyond time.
I try to sever them but my flailing arms grasp nothing, only air.
But from yonder comes a whiff,
Of a fragrance once known,
Of a familiar touch.
The mind sails away to the beyond.
The heart washes ashore once more.
~ Kingkini Arend | Edited by Afreen Zeb
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