Moments of happiness on the beach,

We captured it within a frame.

The frame is gone and so the smiles,

Now I see only sullen countenance.

Strolling alone, I feel lonely,

Tears and sweat covered my face.

The burning rage is stored in my clasped fist,

Craving the destruction of the self and the others.

So transient is life,

The breeze wipe off my face.

Reflecting on the fluidity of the moments,

I unclasped my fist and

Let go off my pain.

It has shifted to unconscious ready to intrude,

now and then as a rememory.

I yearn amnesia,

But at present, I just smiled,

And I colored it purple.

-A.

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