Remember
the feeling.
The dry
wind carries a swirl of cries
In the
midst of pale flames
Whatever is
born disappears there
as if
gently guided
I feel
endless fate.
I feel your
pain and inside the shadow.
I feel...
It's
repeated over and over again...
(My hands
are searching for your breath)
A poem
played by mirages
It's
Lorelei... Lorelei... Waiting for the end.
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