She is like the wind that has no sound that leaves no trace or path of where it has been
She is like a shadow left by the sun behind her that is no more and has disappeared leaving only darkness in it's wake
she is like the burning embers from a fire that once burned bright but now only darkness remains in the silent wind and nothing remains
she is like the leaves that tremble as they fall, bereft of tears as they are carried by the wind with no sound into and endless void where the silence is complete
Excellent poem 👏👏👏
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