Right Kind of Regrets

July 30, 2014


As the sun sets,
Near the highest cliff.
Wind lost within mist clad ebony.
Louder, the sound of thoughts.


Climbing up the dreaded mountain,
Above the city of so-called joy.
Part immersed with light,
Other with horizon you can touch.


She withstood,
With all the right kind of regrets.

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