I cannot speak,
I cannot listen to this silence anymore
Resting profoundly in me
Playing chords that seem distant
Yet my heart whimpers,
As the sky sings and whispers
My name is equal to God’s,
In all its emptiness,
In its disparities of all that is left and lost
Dead at its arrival, hope clings,
Having a meaning that never resonates far enough
Farther than the breeze, made of nothing,
Made so tender when its touches my tears
Reflecting light of a moon at dawn,
And the stars that burn forever,
Gazing at me, wondering how I live
So...not human
I cannot speak,
I cannot listen to this silence anymore
Resting profoundly in me
Playing chords that seem distant
Yet my heart whimpers
As the sky sings and whispers
As the sky sings and whispers...
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