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I am not done here
It is only the beginning
Already my footprints
Are wet on the shore
My turbulent voice
Like a candle is dimming
While my silence is silk
Within it golden core.
 
I am not done here
Don’t call it farewell
I embraced the night
But not the darkness
And just like the light
I like to dwell
Inside the vastness
Of her heartless…
 
I’m not done here
You were dreaming
I’m in the dwelling place
Of the gods
It is my silence now
That’s screaming
Against all efforts
And all the odds…
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am