Shadows of another door
Through the inhaled breath
Sounds of a ticking clock
After two weeks of storms
Slightly longer in pain
Waiting now for spring
The branches are still
Through the vacant mind
That only hears cars passing
There is no thought to time
To breathe is the blessing
What is the thing you leave
After close caressing
Will one always grieve
Before to begin undressing
All those hopes forlorn
Tickets stamped on, and torn
Thin edges gradually worn
Past promises once sworn
With today’s new shadows
Accompanied by slow breaths
We have the desire to go on living
Our light is free from living deaths
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