to feel
to be alive
once again
cool
springtime breeze
anticipation
excitement
freedom
in the end
it all fades away
and time
rolls back
the impotent
black clouds
even mystery
dies
the pounding roar
of hollow memories
blow softly
across purple parchment plains
followed
by sorrowful wails
of tired children
is this then the end
is this then the truth
.
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