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Finally is silence.

White empty pages, as my lingered eyes.

Unfinished words are rolling in my feet.

This is her letter, but where am I?



Someone’s walking in the hallway.

His borrowed face doesn’t know the pain.

He reaches for the angel’s hand.

I don’t understand.



I see the season’s colors in the candy jar,

neatly put, sweet taste for dingy price.

She celebrates his last goodbye.

Help me out. I’m left outside.



I’m out of feel. I’m out of sight.

Tearless eyes are staring straight at me.

The purple sky still calls my grieve.

I don’t belong. I can’t believe.



Blank paper fidgets in my fingers.

I can’t sustain me calm.

Please, lift me up with your forgiveness?

I didn‘t know, how could I come?