Falling in Silence
In the dreams of our forgotten past
In the creation of fabled tales
I hear the resounding echoes
Of a mind, a poet, a soul.
In the dust of fallen cities
We lay our bones to bare.
In our sweat and our blood
We compel our life’s symbols,
Dipping our quills in tears.
Future becomes past,
Past becomes all
I beg you our differences
I offer you stars,
Twinkling, burning, dancing so bright
Standing so still in their dark void.
Unattainable, unconquered, unquenched,
In the dust we arise,
In the silence we fall.
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