Oh those years of restless tears, a broken woman dreams:
"Once I was carefree and lovely,
But now I have only memories. . .
Memories I can't quite remember."
A merchant ship sails across her thoughts.
Crystal‑cut clouds dig into painted carpets of old skies.
Her dreams gather in formation on deck,
And they watch as the shore drifts farther and farther away.
poignant read, good advice!! well done
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