 Memories of EdenMemories of Eden
When all we needed was our freedom.
But seasons range, and people change, and friends become estranged.
And colour schemes, like past routines, turn to nothing else but dreams.
Yet here i stay, to simply say,
I miss the better days |  |  Sepia sands and skies and seasSometimes, when i look out at a horizon, i find myself wondering;
where exactly do the skies start?
Because we speak of these dichotomies.
The sea and the sky.
The sky and the heavens?
But, is there really separation?
Do the skies start somewhere - and end somewhere else?
I don't know.
But, when i look at my own life too - i find i am wondering the same thing. |  Stand tallEven if you are a tree that stands alone |
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