Echoes in the silence
In the nightfall of a destroyed dream
In the nightfall of a destroyed dream,
I wander through the shadows of my mind,
Where resonations mumble advantaged experiences, calmed and faint,
Of all the reverence and light, I deserted.
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An unfilled moon hangs profoundly above,
Its silver tears spill carefully on the earth,
Each drop is a memory of bygone ages,
Each moan is a demonstration of euphoria's resurrection.
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However, here I stand, a figure cut in stone,
A landmark for distress, misfortune, and despondency,
My heart was a nursery congested with thistles,
Where once bloomed roses, as of now fallen leaves.
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The stars above, uninterested in their ease,
Peering down at the tears I can't shed,
For each tranquil cry, a barren space,
For each word suggested, a physical issue was depleted.
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Besides, as the night encases me in its cover,
I track down no solace in the unfilled faint,
The fireflies that once inside me woke,
Have obscured, leaving at this point a powerless, cold blaze.
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In this ruined spot, my spirit sobs,
For dreams that never took off, for songs uncelebrated,
For ensures I made at this point couldn't keep,
For love is lost, and all of the words are unstrung.
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Be that as it may, in any case, dawn will come, as dawns ought to do,
Likewise, in its light, a fragile assumption could bloom,
However, till that day, my heart stays topsy-tturvey,
A tranquil resonation in a calm room.
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