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By: J.Lee~

music of dying

I watched the dawn of a day I did not recognize.
Winds fell, the rain blew and the shadows refused to cast.
The Sun sat with the moon and the stars.

With the sounds of silence deafening my ears
empty echoes whisper the end of my days.

As the tides of the oceans refuse to crash reality passed me by.
Bring the hour of my twilight. Set it before my eyes so I may taste the regrets drawn from the well of my past.

I wish to play the music of dying while the world listens to tomorrows dreams.

jarea poet
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