The ghosts of our forgotten intentions
are hard to resurrect.
When the light of dawn breaks,
we are called to move forward.
When it's history versus novelty
there is a choice to stay or go,
but newness washes over us
erasing our memories in the sand.
The ghosts of forgotten intentions
come swiftly in the night
sprinkling our dreams with emotions
awakening us to what was.
The tide drags in a conch shell to our past,
and the cycle of sunsets
remind us we are always who we were.
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