The most beautiful song in the word
Had come to an end
To preserve
Remaining trace
Reflections smashed as
Scales ripped
From face
Signal behind signal faded
Shadow collapsed into shadow
Emerged from the dark
e. e.
Simple smile
Spoke to me
Crouching wrote
While
While
Wordless spoke
It’s was never
Right or wrong
That made the song
So beautiful
It was the she
With the me
The song is still sung
The choice did not change
She was still beautiful
Ever autumn rose
She would be happy
Even if without me
She chose
Choice
You are alive
Choose to live
Maybe someday
She would return
To me
Maybe not
Though seasons change
Still
Her choice
Which…
was okay
I live
So I must
Breathe life
Be happy
And rejoice
It’s all simple really
In the face of deafening silence
Or a silent roar
I choose
Choice
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