​shallow words etched in haste,


cast shadows on softly ebbing days,


merely forlorn words that seem but a banal waste.




ah! but to hear them murmuring, in a hushed tone,


sinking deep,

is to embrace the madness within,



and to hear them whispering in the ripples of the waves,


is to surrender in silence,


far, far away,

from the endless drone.

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