Fall

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FALL


Earthen fingers brush fallen memories
Bronzed with age that never dies and retreats
Soft crippled land now weeps to the forgotten lost
A heap of dreams, now left like waning ghosts.


Eternal fortress of strength now wither amidst the gloomy skies
Once source of fortitude, saying its untimely goodbyes
Silence of unrest sweeps misty rivers back and forth,
Wanting to be set free, yet still waiting for their accord.


Time sets distance apart now unreachable treasures 
Burned ashes of regret, hued with a solemnity so treacherous
Voices of the unheard now shouts to the endless doors
Sleeping amidst the depths of its passionate dear course.


Life is not an epitome of beauty
When you look at it only with the vitalities
Washes of fury and insensitivity will soon find their path
Toward that sleeping fortress, that would not give even merely a chant.


And so they slept, these dear children of tire and cold,
Yearning until forever takes time to hear their ode,
One morning, one night, eternity will surely end,
Where these fallen memories will finally find their soothing bed.




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