I woke up on the melting ground
with liquid eyes staring at the Phantom.
He asked me smiling: “Do you know what I’ve found?
It’s broken. I don’t have a name for this item.”
I focused on the broken thing
lying in the Phantom’s hand.
Too many painful memories it brings –
- smiles, brown eyes, dark nights and walks on the
sand.
Finally I saw the pieces in his hands.
My broken heart was that, my soul was, too.
The fault did not belong to my dark Shadows of
Quicksands.
Those were ghosts, mirages, shadows of you.
Those were ghosts, mirages, shadows of you.
V.
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