a moment in the mind
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My mother always measured aging
by
the spots on her hands.
These came from the sun.
Sometimes I look at my hands to find my marks,
to see if the sun has left any
kisses on my skin.
Memories stacked up in my heart
Tears finding a path to flow
Burdened by those heavy ornaments
I'll crave for the lovely days begone
when you cooked mushroom
and I created a ruckus
The dark night of my soul
Please save me
If it takes hold
I don't know which way is home
I'm lost and it's oh so cold
I hate how I'm so alone
You travel alone on a pitch black road.
Through the mist lanterns show dimly,
Keeping the monsters at bay
Until one by one, darkness replaces where they glowed
All you hear are the beasts snarling grimly
