Echoing not, these words have lost all meaning,
not holding breath, as waiting would mean ceasing...
In lands where valleys meet and blend,
together now walk a journey soon to end.
A place far off, too far can't see
distant as a star so far from me,
Entwined but hardly knotted unto
entangling out and freeing from view.
As moss gathers upon the bone,
I'll cast away this heart of stone.
Dec.17,2005
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