I hear it now so clear,
a whisper drowned in tears,
a sombre lullaby,
most bitter of goodbyes.
Standing on these shores,
regretting past befores,
as time sauntered by,
and I'm to ponder why.
My gaze construed my sight,
ablaze into the night,
my dreams of new horizons,
it seems askew forlorn.
As hope has gone away,
I spoke unsung dismay,
that glimmer in the dark,
have simmered and unspark.
The oasis of the heart,
once bliss without a blight,
now sundered and condemned,
dust-choked and harsh-dried land.
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