words fail sometimes at what a heart feels
i'd rather be silent and let you just watch
how in me you created a world i'd want to last
it is when the night shall set free the dusk
let light pour in seeps and trickle till it floods
not to blind of brightness and to drown of warmth
but in slow, light nudging strokes of hope i bask
it is when the day shall come to another end
pages turned, lost, some even burnt
leaves fell to be one, anew, of soil and ashes
finding peace in knowing some day...
one day..we shall be too
one with them...of fragments that lived
of debris that remained...one again
but not alone no more...with them...with you
of them and us....soil and ashes
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