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Infinity lost
The air whistles through these empty places
empty spaces, forgotten faces,
the silence, deafening in its solitude,
underlines the absence of the love,
the loss of the life
that the wind, whistling through
the forlorn trees, acknowledges
and sings of.
A haze fills the mind
that can't comprehend
the changes, so permanent, and the words
unsaid, unheard, never to be
released from the confines of the soul
that is doomed to hold them forever.
The broken, deteriorating autumn leaves whisper of
what once was, dancing their eerie dance,
swirling memories into the foggy midnight moon that
illuminates a tale of misery,
never before seen, that, with hope, remains unparalleled
for eternity.
