Fall se

Dreaming of a swan
Waiting for the snow
Just before the dawn
Nothing is to know

Light birds scattering like mist
Sounds of silver crashing brittle
Sighs fingering around your wrist
Wrenching cries, it hurts a little

Voice speaking whispers hush, good-bye
No one is there to see, no one at all
Wheels creaking, doors too close, your eye
Nothing nowhere to be, feel yourself fall

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Written on 2021-08-26 at 12:29

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