Fairy tale for the night


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A long walk
Down the shore,
Bright sun
Lonely crowd.


Watching our shadow
Moving along side,
Your hand in mine
Distant yet loud.


Collecting stones
Coloured brown,
Thoughts
Dipped in sand.


Flying birds
Watch us move,
Circling
High above the land.


Rest our bodies
Against the rock,
Now we
Move our eyes.


Sun starts
Swaying away,
Whispering
Sweet old lies.

Right Kind of Regrets


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.