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mindaviews redmoon marcos mordeno nomad verses

I feel you
your hands clasping mind
caressed by the cold wind
leading the waves to sand

I see you
your eyes beaming
in the evanescence
of many a twilight

I hear you
in the stillness of dawn
begging me to go
without a tear without adieu

Now I languish
in regret the greatest pain
for the laughter and footprints
long lost in forsaken shores

(Redmoon of Bukidnon likes to describe himself as a trying hard poet.)

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