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Nocturne

Little, pathetic, countless moans

seeming sunk ocean deep,

no way to trace them or proof

they ever existed but

profound and accumulating

certainty this must be

the regal tale the Earth spins.

 

Tiny, sorrowful, hopeless cries

they could not be lost, dissolved in some ocean,

nor even turned away from

by minds such as ours.

They are caught in the net of stars

far away from us, ultimately safe.

 

Faint, quiet and distant they are

there to be heard, to be seen.

It is all they ever were.

The great and the small in perspective,

the neglected and the embraced.

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◄ These Days #7

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