It's all a whisper now And not even that once I breathe out The pools of wonder still as graves So much left unexplored The world in a tear As that is what I shed For what is left And in my head I try To learn creation With cool grass Standing there What comes next Just unaware wind And a sky stuck in the hourglass I want to run But where When every where is here Without a sound and all around Is deaf Fade into the sand All those grains of regret None can hear the welcome Of what is to come The echo and the end

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