Silence settle, deep
on my burdened lips -
How it parch
cracking cold
in this howling nights
No new need arises
to utter my pain -
Nothing I gain
of my blurry sight, but
a distance running blindly to nowhere
Smudging a space
by my wingless flights
I do my thoughts
An accord with a dust
To court my wishes
Up in the skies
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