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i get blinks of old memories

seems like some old dreams

clearer with each second

dimmer then on

just being in the moment

forgetting to capture it

now they remain only as dreams

and when i am at peace they crawl in

to take me away on this familiar island

blissfully, far from troubles far from rain

these moments carved in our life scripts

just like names of lovers on the beach 

only to be washed away smoothly comfortably

by punctual tides of time 

and now  all that remains

are these vague old dreams in this script of mine