Within the twilight of an aging feeling
No longer him, or just a man
A reason to fade away with thoughts, believing
To hope for once again
It is still where life belongs to silence
In a dream he held her lifeless hand
A tear for long ago
Thereafter, he hopes, a promised land
A day before the morning
Has come a vision, he pretends
Just a life no longer, willing
He now hangs there, By a thread
(12/09/2023)
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