A solemn moment to pass...
Warmer than death, embrace.
Lain be thoughts as always,
Loaded deep in a trance.
Silence speaks more oftenly
Daint'ly whimp'ring to the heart.
Shades and shades of infancy
Withdrawn with fears to ward.
After which, what else would be?
Death be the lone messenger.
Drifting laces, scattered clues...
Immortality haunt me ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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