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Silence can be torn by the sounds of grief.

A bird flies high and falls like a stone

A tree loses its leaves, they wither and die

Mountains become flat with time,

Waters lick rocks until they disappear in the hungry mouth of the sea

Everything comes to neglect as its eventual logical end

Power and wealth, beauty and fame put us to a test

And just few pass it successfully.

Rivers turn dry remaining scars on earth

Emptiness gathers and becomes thick

Sounds of time devour relics of the past and remnants of happiness

And silence falls

And I’m watching emptiness

Memory is like a root that crawls deep through life

Sometimes it’s like a rainfall that floods everything inside

Stars  lose their light and fall forever into light

 We have no truth that heals

Only truth that kills

I’m watching emptiness

Standing on the cliff of life, I’m  watching emptiness.