She has seen the world ending,Every night, every morning.She has felt her heart, weary lessWith all the dreams of broken strings,She sees those eyes,With little less of her presenceThat mislays her peace once againAnd now as it slowly vanishesShe seeks comfort in her solace. Maybe she is deluded.With her thoughts and emotions.Maybe she is embellishingWith […]
Echoes of Silence
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