It is the whispers that stir the clam surfaces of emotions

Initial quaver tries to reach the ground that settled to retire prematurely

Calm flow contradicting the undercurrent of untold stories

A temporary seclusion forced by the conscious drift through this reality

Finding refuge in the derelict part of a forgotten territory

Beggared soul still wishes for the simple opulence of truth

Soft whispers echo the concerns of another reality being erased

Eyes cannot remain transfixed by the amplified brilliance of deception


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