
Within the hush where fading echoes gleam,
I walk unseen yet bathed in silver fire.
The shadows guard me gently as I dream,
They glow like coals that warm my faint desire.
I seek a world beyond this heavy sky,
A realm where pain dissolves like autumn mist.
No memory will bind me, none will pry,
A hidden shore where hope and night coexist.
Yet still I bide, a seed in winter’s care,
Its pulse of green concealed from mortal sight.
The dark is not a grave but fertile air,
Where roots drink deep and grow toward secret light.
So when dawn breaks I’ll rise, no longer small,
A soul of shadow, shining after all.




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