remember the postcard i got from you
a portrait of the bay of maya
the one dripping in shades of blue
now engulfed in stone-cold fire
flames licking the photo to ashes
the bay of maya turns to black
memories come fast in flashes
moments never coming back
it all comes at me all at once
and i pinch the flames away
no more i can see its brilliance
of the postcard you gave away
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
