The sound echoes in the night.
Not heard.
Comfort fails to fill me..
I hear too
The Autumn wind whispering through
my soul...keeping me so alone..
Closing eyes do not see, arms
folded can not feel...Ears filled
will not hear...what cries in
the dark, silence, of night.
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