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Silhouettes of Echoes

The air draws cool
Wisping wind  
Fragile leaves fall
Trees bare
A thought of you this too shall pass
Till tomorrow’s rise
Slender awakenings
Beginnings end
A time to see
Explore hidden abyss
The death of oneself
Explore to imagine
The cold drawing close
Fragile leaves crinkling
Paper torn silhouettes of echoes
Slender awakenings
Beginnings end
We all have our something
Hidden abyss
It is a sad time in humanity’s end
Fragile leaves crinkling
Trees bare
Do you not see cold forming on the horizon
Paper torn silhouettes of echoes
Forming thought in endless quill
Death piling in form and phrase
Those were the days
Each day passing echoes
Forming bare trees
A flagrant rendition
Life

(2013)

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