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blistering cold night
vulturous clouds overshadow
the mountain flesh
hopelessly wanders into
grey mouth of melancholy
the lonely mountain
peaks the curiosity
of wandering skies
the long fingers of the sun
examining its landscape
unworldly beauty
extraordinary being
blooming sunrise
whirring wind and rain
the sound of a heart beating
melancholy chords
inescapable longing
to find to whom it belongs
Pale.
The day you left
my heart became deathly ill.

Waning moon.
All light retreated with you.

Shadows.*
Im a fraction of self;
incomplete.
i asked the wind if
it would be your surrogate
carry your burdens
the things that depress your soul
too heavy to bear alone
fortress of solitude
an exchanging of chaos
for peace of mind
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