COME TO ME
It is within this emptiness I live.
It is within these tears I thrive.
It is within this nothingness I sleep and it is within this sleep I die.
Come to me all ye who are of haste,
lay your head gently upon my breast….
For the darkness that overshadows you,
is but the stone upon your face.
Take the stone, oblige the weight,
one foot forward, await thy fate.
Silent is the moon, the stars shout not either.
Quiet is the rivers, the sea a constant giver.
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