the heart, it flutters in brief.
underneath the rubble.
all buried and so misunderstood.
we join hands and wonder,
of the sorrow that the night brings.
where the halls are decked,
and the merry making goes,
the laughter gets drowned,
by the silence out there.
lost thoughts fly on darkened wings.
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