Memory Poem by ENOCH JOHN
Memory
All I can hear is your silence as I listen, the wind on my cheeks,
The sunlight in my hair and the sand tickling my bare feet.
The waves from the blue ocean visit the shore in rhythmic regularity.
All I can hear is your silence as I listen, the wind on my cheeks,
The sunlight is beginning to fade! Fade! Fade away! until
All that remains now is memory.Memory of when we met.Only memory!
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