Today is a dwindling song

Before a blanketing silence

It gleams in the hills

Until its smothered by night

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Without a sound

The blank hours tear through the mind  

Chasing out thick swarms

Of sweet memories

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They fly frightened

Billowing into the hard grey sky

While the vile chatter

Of dead reveries grow

–

The rotting verses thrive

In the caverns of a lonely frame

Still staggering

For the hillside’s chime