The mist remained new
Leaving all so unclear
The new mud stood apart,
Hiding a life departed
That was the beginning
the end of that life
for which tears did not flow
but broke out a gale forever
Heavy silence spoke of
his relief from pain
all they had undergone
and the lost meaning of those lives
His dreams had its buds
bruised- dawn not seen
It looked, none realized
His trance was forever
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