Underneath the heap...
I remain in the dust to be found...
Like a folk poetry mysterious...
Am sung too loud...
But known a little is my story......
Like a forgotten tale of misery...
I whisper...
Hear me... Do you?
Can you?
Like the darkness of the cave...
My heart reflects the corners ...
You can enter but still be lost...
Am there and still to be found...
I can chase your thoughts...
And follow your heartbeats...
To reach your soul shaking with fear...
To your shadow, trembling with my name...
I echo the melting dawns into dusks...
I echo the moon drifting to perish...
Come find me in your darkness...
Unclear, conflicting, contradicting...
Your own conscience and rationalism..
A folklore...
I am ...
Untimed, unturned, in tune...
Come hear me when there's only you...
And you'll find only me...
May be I am asking you....
To hold on to my rhythm...
And find me again ...
Like a dream...
Alive again from the dust...
That has stuck with passing time...
The ones who knew me, now lay asleep...
In the coffins of dead tunes once new...
And I roam half sung , unfinished...
Haunting myself like a rising smoke...
Losing my breath over years...
May be its time I leave...
Unfound, unheard....ever
Unknown forever...
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