Unwritten by Yearning
Hark!
Whence chant of thine
Starlit frames
Tunes witheld the same
That oceans strive
Through this time
Falling for our dying grace
Fading sunset paints a woodlands face
As weather bleak as ever
Shows its form to be mine
As darkness falls
Through the never
And wherever light may follow
It's still hollow
Grey
Void lies still in the morning
Grey is face of each day
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