The sea keeps time
with cliffs in broken foam,
A symphony that knows
I walk alone.

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Beneath the waning sun,
soft rivers weep,
Their silver veins run silent
through the earth;

The trees, in mourning, bow,
their secrets deep,
While autumn leaves dance in
a hollow mirth.

O grief, thou carnival
where hearts are torn,
For in thy night, the soul’s
long death is born.

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The world was stitched by us;
now one seam’s undone,

And all days fray where once our shadows ran.

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I speak to air - i call it by your name;
A proof of love: Loss answers just the same.

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I am the axe that split my heart’s own tree.

I quarry my own heart,
My storm strips
bark from tree.
I find no hand so cruel
as the one
that is me.

My verse bleeds like the forest in a storm,
Each word a hollow bone where joy took form;

The rivers moan with things I cannot name,
And shadows clutch the ashes of my flame;

Loss reigns
eternal,
cruel
and coldly warm.