Sunday, October 9, 2011

Song of Sorrow

It drifts out
It seems slow
But in an instant it overtakes you
Fill up every corner
Finds every hiding place

It's the echo of a teardrop's fall
A thousand mournful sighs and dying gasps
Which snatch up your own breath in an instant

It silences all clinking coins
Breaks every enchantment
Stills every crowd

And it is beautiful

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