*Voices echo from the halls
of distant memories;
the sky darkened by
the migration of shadows.
Love was found at
the height of appeal;
that moment of joy
arrived quickly
and deteriorated rapidly.
Life consumed the space
reserved for happiness;
the absence of trust
broke our hearts and
shattered our perceptions.
We know the question
and fear the answer;
wondering if we will see
another sunrise.*
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
*Voices echo from the halls
of distant memories;
the sky darkened by
the migration of shadows.
Love was found at
the height of appeal;
that moment of joy
arrived quickly
and deteriorated rapidly.
Life consumed the space
reserved for happiness;
the absence of trust
broke our hearts and
shattered our perceptions.
We know the question
and fear the answer;
wondering if we will see
another sunrise.*
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