There is

a whistle in the dark

and no one there to behold

to listen, to enjoy, to feel

no one’s heart to bleed

 

There is

a sound in the dark

and no one there to move

to dance under billion stars

no one to kiss someone’s lips

 

There is nothing.

The tales, the memories,

the pictures and the stone.

Struck by today, the past

is crumbling down

and as I close my eyes,

those I buried wave goodbye.

 

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