Memories

The wave cleanses and washes anew the caked on dirt that stole her soul

The doorway opens to a life reborn as the past darkens behind

Distant memories stay by the sea ready to dissipate into the air

like bubbles: floating, flying, escaping the trap

Gone in the wind, traveling far

but remaining close

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