The stillness brims with reflections
thoughts churn sienna on white plains
'Tis an empty mind that overflows
a dry parched earth despite the rains.
Desires, woes and other landfill
buried, sleeping, raise heads in dreams
Seeking a voice, a chance at the real
yet slip into coma, an eerie in-between...
The stillness whispers secrets, pastels in charcoal
and fades humming quiet, true to a lost soul.
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