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The Abstract

Sound of silence
is lost
to the echoes of darkness.

Wind whispers its passion
To sleepy leaves.

Mists on the windowpane
Reflects glimmering stars.

And silent eyes of wandering
Wakes up in its consciousness.
Strange words reconstruct
Into reminiscence,
And a poem is born.

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