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my tears are drops of parchment, mircoscopic poems and tragedies
my face is shrouded from your eyes, under last autumn's leaves

brisk wind seems hollow, shifting death and life
my heart hunted down, and a new year is the knife
memories swallow my death, the new already forming on the trees
but my heart remembers it's fallen, with last autumn's leaves
so new life forms over, color fading from the ground
wind tracing new outlines, smashing old frowns

my tears are drops of parchment, mircoscopic poems and tragedies
my face is washed from your eyes, i'm out in the sea

stillness is awaken, but quickly put back sleep
my waves wash over adament sand on the beach,
with each sweaping, new hope will wish to be set free
but the shore is not shaken, it resistants the sea
back to the waters where i watch and preserve
salt is wound's reminder of shore's honest words

my tears are drops of parchment, mircoscopic poems and tragedies
my face is now hidden though it does not want to be

but the salt and new leaves cover this heart
the salt is the hurting, making a mark
the leaves are reminding of letting you grow
and this heart is reminding itself to let go