Soft Pain

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Wisps of spring,

And remnants of Winter,

Mingling, crying, but oh so silent...

Soft, soft pain, etched through their existence,

As the wind roars and cries in anguish,

The Sun's light is slowly, slowly dimming,

And the Rain falls as softly as a whisper,

Shadows still exist in the depths of this world,

Being swept away and away,

Lost,

Cold,

And oh so alone...

~Mariya

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