Shadows are longer at sunset.

Memories of love lie scattered,
bones on desert sands.
Unlike distant hills that color
are brittle, unforgotten,
flag differences,
struggles of separated lovers.
On some bright and sunny day
in a quiet moment
on the plains of the mind,
when least expected,
they hoist themselves,
visible they fight to return.
For one lover a noise,
a story of an angry mob,
screams and shouts.
For another
a tired beaten army in disarray.
Battles lost and colors stolen.
Some unremembered-
only carcasses.

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