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Question mark,
A symbol of lost letters,
Void of emotions,
Exploring tones,
Thoughts fading,
Actions I sought,
Our connection – cut off,
Ceasing my search,
For a treasure,
And yet, to you,
I decided to be vulnerable,
The one who knew me – the most,
A past tense,
Unable to return to,
Like how a question
Delves into unnecessary lives,
The answers to which
Were not even sought,
Lost between these lines,
Alas, as far as I can be,
A change I cannot bear,
So, farewell as I resume my distance.

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Moving On

Tumble a life in a wet climate,
Tremble voices of eerie lands,
A stalemate to observe alone,
So, sound the universe’s horns,
And listen to a fateful answer,
And marvel at an ancient ritual,
As the old becomes the new,
As your beautiful worlds merge,
And transform, and evolve,
To beget a time that flows
Away from this deafening pause,
To replenish a lost energy,
And rework a life’s elegy,
To be carried into the wilderness,
Of the vast seas, of the lands,
Of the timeless heavens above,
Of your life, of the unknown.