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Alf

The wind whispers the words of ghosts haunting my memory in flashes of sweet, silent clarity,
and I remember.
I remember souls reaching as waves grasping for shore
And I remember joy
I remember hearts yearning as I had never endured before
And I remember love

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Flame

by Bilal Saloo

Inhaling the scent of melted wax, of candles,

lit and burned down to their plate,

forever present, an aroma lingers in moving air,  Continue reading “Flame”