Gentle mist touching, spreading, like a longing never ending,
silently rolling along while yearning deepens, heart widens in
such wonder..
Sands never stop in time, only the one who lost there way grasping
each breath while the hill slides down slowly, bringing life to a end
of one who starts again..
Coolness catches a perfect time to lay down sadness, when light
begins to disappear, while softness flows through the land leaving
the perfect time of the day when slumber must come..
Souls leaving a shell that glows in the sands of yesteryear
when longings were satisfied, and lonely hearts new, such yearnings
will never satisfy the longings that were...
Emptiness playing along the misty night, quiet, no songs sung
like echos floating through the clouds of today, gone, all lies so softly
upon the untouched moss..
By Derena
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