Excerpts of a Wandering Mind
Friday, 27 September 2013
Bottom of my dreams
Maybe we've all lost our way,
Time receding,
Memories flowing away,
Like the sand in the hourglass,
I still keep by my bed,
Every grain locked away,
Forgotten ,
But still it remains,
Engraved,
In the bottom of my dreams.
~Rei Shiori
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