Wisps of a soul

February 26, 2012
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As dawn breaks on the sorrow filled day,
The howls of the night pierce through the eerie calm
For all is dead in the heart
The wisps of a soul sway on the breeze of a far away breath
Stars of all kind die away
But live again to mock those who cannot reach them
The warm sun still bathes lifeless rock
While the moon shines its fluorescent glow
Into the darkness of the endless crimson red depths
With a final shudder
Night turns into day
And pulls on the strands of hope until they turn into nothing more
Than a dream

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