I look down and watch the glow of a candle cast upon the ether of my soul
Where reflections dance on the surface of a gently rippling pool
And a bellied sigh resonates within the hazy timbres of an empty nostalgia.
Drifting in this hollowed trunk of mine, a stillness remains thick with whispers of neglect
And a silent breeze trudges heavily, nestling deep in its cocoon of rest.
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