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Counting Sky Tears
I don't want to be
the last autumn soul
A leaf
falling between your careless hands
I want to be a snowdrop
arising proudly
in the ivory winter stillness
Now what remains of us
but wandering spirits
in the sepulchral illusion of time
Mirages like rainbows
that light up the sky
only to vanish into the void
The hazy coils of a cigarette
I hold between my fingers
blur the night
for a while
as I wait for the dawn
to bring with it
the ashes
of your long gone silhouette
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the last autumn soul
A leaf
falling between your careless hands
I want to be a snowdrop
arising proudly
in the ivory winter stillness
Now what remains of us
but wandering spirits
in the sepulchral illusion of time
Mirages like rainbows
that light up the sky
only to vanish into the void
The hazy coils of a cigarette
I hold between my fingers
blur the night
for a while
as I wait for the dawn
to bring with it
the ashes
of your long gone silhouette
© All Rights Reserved
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