window

she whispers now, a quiet tale
how she always did

wind and moon and fields of gray
through oceans of time it slid

the laughter left, the air was cold
the spirit screamed away

it sleeps now in the everlast
where melancholy stray

so many doors were open
how many she walked by

now there’s just those clouds
distant thunder in the sky

to only see the sun again
so long it has been hid

she whispers now, a quiet tale
how she always did

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