Time
As the shadows of the day
turns to night
my silent heart deepens
a dread of hope
sparks distance in time
of wasted hours of fallen words
a senseless time beacons me
the remembrance
of what should have been.
© Blue
turns to night
my silent heart deepens
a dread of hope
sparks distance in time
of wasted hours of fallen words
a senseless time beacons me
the remembrance
of what should have been.
© Blue
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