
the sea withini am the thought that floats over the water's surfacethe sea within by =AncaCernoschi
in a room with no view

patternsthe echoes of silent screams will soon disturb the traces of your fingerprintspatterns by =AncaCernoschi
that followed the imaginary patterns
of tears

stillnessthe quiet waiting is growing into stillnessstillness by =AncaCernoschi
sealed by the dust of tattered dreams

midnight walkonly echoes of unsaid wordsmidnight walk by =AncaCernoschi
haunt the empty streets
at night
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