Part of me is still hoping
though there is no hope left...
Part of me still awaiting
though no one will come...
Part of me still loves
though no one wants it...
Splintered soul is just frozen -
Even steel melts though stainless
Freezing death may be painless
just like warm autumn slumber
for my days may be numbered.
But your voice is still calling
Even though I am falling
Pale sister,
you
are
holding
still
my last breath
on my hope's windowsill.
You remain just a shimmer
Starry echo to glimmer,
nameless,
graveless,
yet timeless,
pale sister,
my solace.
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