A Teary Sound
Something is going somewhere, and you'll only ever know it for a moment.
A tear,
Caught in the edge of my eye,
Makes my chest empty suddenly.
Who knows why one happens with another,
But they do...
I hear,
Soft away in a further curve of sky,
The mournful marking of a memory,
No one knew...
Near now,
Whipped through sound like warnings,
Coming...Gone.
Rattling away to warn some other listless soul.
It will come...
Breathe out,
A fired horizon quickly fading.
Flickering evidence of a moment that was.
It is done.
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Abbey Ness
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