the necessity of being
an urge that overpowered
that today empowers...
the silence echoing
with sounds unheard
the valley lies uninhabited
like a dead city calling out
the flashes of anger,
of hurt,
of love,
floats amidst the clouds
and disappears
shelled in its cocoon
trapped in its own expanse
the soul that escaped
etched the memoirs of its time
closed are the gates now
the curtains are drawn
what lay beneath the emptiness
was never defined...
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