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Whisper of the winds
Whisper of the winds
I wish to be found,
Lost in solemn silence,
Trapped in a dream,
Carried by the winds.
The longing to be alive,
In a world that is dead.
I walk among the dead.
Love no where to be found,
Love that is no longer alive.
For these souls kept their silence,
Invisible like the winds,
In a state of lucid dream.
Tis a dream,
To relive memories that are dead.
Memories that travel with the winds,
Memories that are someday found.
They wait in silence,
Waiting to be alive.
To be alive,
Is but a dream,
For those who stay in silence,
Those who are dead,
They can be found,
Among the winds.
The winds,
Whisper that they are alive,
Hoping to be found,
Carried by a dream,
That is dead,
That now remains in silence.
Sweet, subtle, silence.
The language of the winds,
The whisper of the dead.
A dream,
To be found.
I found silence,
In a dream carried by the winds.
Am I alive or dead?
