Sitting among the ruins of life
I sift my fingers in the sand
Gossamer cobwebs hang
Sparkling in the sun
The shadows seem long
The corners look so dark
Silence hangs heavy
Like velvet curtains of yore
A cat crosses me and
I remember the one on your lap
The rose bush it still blooms
Watered with my daily tears
No care it seems to have
Words are futile and empty
I don't need words to speak
You just read my mind
Sitting in my heart you sing
And I silently listen - While
Those around call me Mad!
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