Echoes in the distance are transparent.
the light fills the air with a crisp autumn breeze.
To leave is to enter; to return is to never show again.
Talk to understand. What comes out cannot be put into words.
It describes what is occurring; in the world and on the sea.
The time tells a different story. One that is all too familiar.
My next request is a sad song, don't lose your mind over it.
Can't waste the wasted 'cause you will regret what has been taken away.
It's too trendy to die, but not popular to live.
A million scars of secrets whispered to the deaf.
Taken into consideration.
Sprinkled upon the population; a new layer to what arose...
a new you; a new me.
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