Drifting silently through the soft breeze
Is there an end to this turbulent
Time without a reason or rhyme
A wind takes me away
To another place with our flowers in bloom
Youre waiting
So you turn to me with yearning lips
I fade away
Your hand slips through flesh as I ebb
And then all goes dark
Now I search for the
For the door at the end of time
Back to you














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