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Ombre
Isabella Perrignon
Reaching out to those whom you keep dear in heart,
Fingers brush souls, passing through unacknowledged,
No touch, no gravity, only a distant wind,
Inexpressible affliction, pain, torture.
War of a bushfire, one flicker burns all,
Tears flowing like a waterfall of sorrows,
Disconnected, love a long-lost illusion,
A hopeless spirit; a discontented grey.
Howling, howling, wailing, crying,
Desperate, ever close, but too far away,
Two worlds, two of many different dimensions,
One, the world before the passing; Heaven; Hell;
Time will steal goodness,
Time will steal joy,
Time will steal happiness,
Time will steal love,
You can’t take back what you’ve lost.
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