The cloud moves in from the west
strange force to confuse hope
and mix with happy thoughts
and pleasant memories.
"Remember me?", how I was
before? We danced on the
beach enmass? You snapped
eternity with your Kodak?
I wrote you poems
about the beach -
the edge of evolution.
I wonder, can I
have them back?
Will the west bring
any solace to us?
Or shall we die young
to avoid the pain of growth?
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