In an awakening
of the last reality
I saw yesterday
in your eyes
faded echoes
of empty hours
erase the eerie
trace of us.
of the last reality
I saw yesterday
in your eyes
faded echoes
of empty hours
erase the eerie
trace of us.
Sighs of secrets
never shared
weigh heavy
in our seclusion.
never shared
weigh heavy
in our seclusion.
I survive
on the furthest
edge of hope
that a zephyr
of my love
touches you to
whisper my name.
on the furthest
edge of hope
that a zephyr
of my love
touches you to
whisper my name.
Image :June Ascension, Timothy Rees.
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