MEMOIRS Thoughts keep intervening Illusions keep interweaving; Betwixt the fleeting pleasures And the volcanic fire of despair, Intoxicating memoirs keep ringing Intolerable pain keeps piercing; With love, dejection and aversion The citadel of passion looks broken. Limitations and apprehension Incapacitate my future vision; Without you, yes, my dear Everything looks a vast vacuum I can neither reveal nor conceal As memoirs engulf at every dusk fall.
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