In silent rooms, silent tears are shed;
Silent eulogies are read of unspoken words of love
That on silent nights, always should have been said.
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Cold winter winds blow tears away from green eyes;
Sobbing reverberates in the frigid night.
Towering trees shed leaves to acknowledge her agony.
Her loving heart is deeply wounded from sorrow;
A bright winter moon highlights a trail of red snow. -
In a dimly lit room,
Gaunt, bluish discolored hands
Slowly reach for heavenly light. -
When there is no more life in the eyes,
The stillness of lifelessness is penetrating;
The sterility of coldness and finality is harsh.
It is like the taste of metal in the mouth.
I contemplate the nothingness of it.
The days of men are counted in seasons.
When I look upon them, is tears all I can give?
For they are men no more, but have been reborn.
They will live; they will yet live.
In my memory, I will count them as gods. -
Gentle evening
Breezes comfort a lonely
weeping willow tree. -
Nothingness.
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