Left Untouched

Deceased words were lost to the sunset  

only strong enough to save one 

Lost were miserable thoughts that haunt

Absent were those who surprised daily

Were they left to wander?

Now we wonder… 

Discoveries shine

Stars die

They carried me when couldn't travel 

suns set over those hills

Mixed up landscapes

Pieces were there

We are their characters

Playing out false

 

Memories

 

Dance across the surreal

Bouncing against the clouds

Back down to the real

the lost fishman never reeled in

Out of focus

Words died?

what can he see with all light?

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