Tuesday, January 1, 2013

In Places Dying.

In the land of empty trees
Where shadows walk along the wind
And color is only a faint impression

This is where I've gone away

By the calm and shallow seas
Where souls linger on the beach
And old men wonder when they'll leave

This is where I shall stay

On the cold and dusty breeze
Where voices try to meet
And lost echos try to speak

This is where I choose to lay

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