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With shining eyes

Ocean pooled 

Left bright by salty weeping.

Rest your head upon

The green, beside the river

While birds fly above like blackened holes in the sky.

The reeds sway to the wind's waltz

While river stones are smoothed

And the trees lean, creaking with old pain.

The most perfect place to weep

To cry your tears unheard

Lose your pain unseen.

The sky withers pink like old leather

The stars become unhidden like ghosts of time

While the moon boasts its shining face.

The birds fly to nests and all is quiet as death

And the night floats upon it

Stand and catch a loose gasp

Breath of life to clear your frown