A Silent Funeral


The wind is dead at the end of the day
Along with sunset’s deep condolence
Closed eyes cannot bear the grief
Upon pale face behind the window
Locked inside his room
With no trace of the wind
Death comes to soon by the shield
Of his own wrecked white heart
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