Silent Lips And Whispers
In you, earth, organ,
fire and machinery,
In you life, essence, reckleness,
The life of summer,
The dusk of empty places,
The fire of the younger days,
missing and incomplete,
The messenger of unrequited,
Love notes and foot notes,
This has been such a prospects,
But night dims,
Hasn't a name of resemblance,
The title of a song,
The man and his Image,
The elegy to get excited,
Thus did all the caravan goes,
Friends and neighbors,
To the folds of the roots,
And the dead of the tabloids,
Silent lips and whispers,
As the days obituaries,
Of the lost and the departed,
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