Flame formed in ice
Burning blue
Inkwell depleted
You are gone
Treading clouds
Leaving coins
And feathers
To serve as milestones
Burning blue
Inkwell depleted
You are gone
Treading clouds
Leaving coins
And feathers
To serve as milestones
A melody made
From silence
Empty of resonance
You are gone
Swimming deserts
Leaving whispers
And shadows
To be our compasses
From silence
Empty of resonance
You are gone
Swimming deserts
Leaving whispers
And shadows
To be our compasses
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