Stillness
Green moss grows all over my face
Standing here, lost count of the years
the clock ticks on at a haunting pace
Keeping silent still paralyzed by fears
whence come? the advent of my fall
nights so long lone yearning for thee
cracks so deep and old upon this wall
break this woeful stillness my only plea
Standing here, lost count of the years
the clock ticks on at a haunting pace
Keeping silent still paralyzed by fears
whence come? the advent of my fall
nights so long lone yearning for thee
cracks so deep and old upon this wall
break this woeful stillness my only plea
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