Longing
In these days of loss,
the days of second chances,
the days of hiding in cool rooms,
the days of coloured disgrace,
the days of forced composure,
of passing through,
of letting go,
of finding empty silences...
The night calls,
unheard for centuries.
In these days of loss,
the days of second chances,
the days of hiding in cool rooms,
the days of coloured disgrace,
the days of forced composure,
of passing through,
of letting go,
of finding empty silences...
The night calls,
unheard for centuries.
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and as always, went back thinking . . .