Vacant, Lonely

Vacant, lonely, empty eyes
ringed in silver blue.
Wet drizzle dampens the earth beneath.
All words are lost in tremor.
Where we once stood,
sunshine cannot reach.
Frosted flowers beneath
the rubble, of our fallen statue.
Vacant and lonely, it lies in chill.
The frosted petals, preserved,
so that we may look back, and cry.




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