The quietness of new born snow,
The echo of silence long ago.
Never weep,
For yesterday is yours to keep.
On and on, the blankness covers,
My fragile body doth shudders.
Your eyes glide over me quickly,
As if I'm not there, screaming.
But I remember.... I was sickly.
I am truly alone... but un-redeaming.
Face stings,
Lips are chapped,
All around me people clap.
Scared eyes my hands do hide,
Dead ash around me from the sky.
Voices hiss in timeless myth,
Bodies, cold and stiff.
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