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  Gentle whispers break beneath a crest of autumn leaves capturing the fragments of a drowsy sunlit breeze clipping velvet metaphors to strewn amongst the trees just to snag the linen of a darting sun rays sleeve

Like a ship without a course or port to aim for: lacking direction

Time heals, they oft repeat to me, believing that they speak the truth but flames so bright can never fade: instead, in shadow they're renewed. With contemplation overlaid, the ache of joyful memory For, in the darkness, light must seem, to burn with new intensity: in silence, sounds before unheard, are amplified beyond mere words: and memories of love, in pain, from recollection won't abstain Yet reminiscence must evoke nostalgia of times more enjoyed. I still recall each phrase you spoke and know your face's lines by heart, but would you even know my voice or hear these whispers in the dark?

Beneath countless stars, stood contemplating our own insignificance

How slow Summer clouds drift by— How brief.

Like a shooting star A thought blazes in the mind Watch it fade away

Sun! Please shine at night! Shine with all you've got! Cuz I want to see the Moon!

I don't know what it is that holds me in this vice-like grip so cold – it strangles all the will to live and breaks the spine that would resist. It chokes my words and chills my soul and shatters my once balanced whole: I'm toppled from my steady stride, all sense of purpose gone from life. It leaves me prostrate on the ground: I don't know what this is I've found.

Sliding in, they grasp Lustrous, they tempt me with warmth All for pleasant sleep

           Morning sun rises Over darkened fields and ground          My bed is warmer