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A salty tear is dropping down to the ground.

Pain as a shadow of my joys, loves and memories.

I trace the cracks upon the wall,

they speak in whispers, soft and low.

Memories rise like smoke in the night,

fragile as will-o'-the-wisps failing to glow.

The wounds are carved by joys once felt,

pain as a spoiled fruit of our past delights.

Every smile that touched my skin, now is sorrow.

Every single good time my mind can remember, now is pain.

Each heartbeat burns what once was gold,

Sweet fragments of a fleeting time,

shards of a broken glass in a fading light.

They slay, they bright, they slip away,

a sorrow dressed in gentle white.

They cut, they shine, they disappear,

my wounds are carved by joys once held.

Echoes remain… echoes remain.

The night unveils forgotten dreams,

they break apart in silent streams.

Your voice is fading, thin as air,

yet in the dark I find it, I find it there.

Shadows linger where you stayed,

your warmth is gone yet not decayed.

Not your eyes, not your smiles, not your breath

only silence calls in vain, but echoes remain.