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Tuesday, November 27, 2018


An enigma hides
Mountains blanketed in mist
Invisible pass

A dirge in my heart
The funeral pipes and drums
The dark god dances

The luring of bells
The memory of love, splintered
Bright embers fading

Incandescent charms
Burn briefly against the night
Falling to the ground

The ashes of dreams
The infinite murmuring
The eternal flight

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