Jaide Iris Lanzing

***cold Stars***

Fallen stars turn cool, and a dark blue
Soft voices calling ring light and echo into the places that you've abandoned
you have left what once was thriving
the sounds of your footsteps disappear and no one is there.

But all calms down, is silent and quiet
the gentle rain falls-the memories-the droplets that fall on my face and mingle with the tears from the reflections of sorrow in my eyes

My life and my vitality, half of my soul has died with your own death

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