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If you think that you are alone
You are wrong, you are wrong
If you think that you are alone
You are wrong, you are wrong

There's always something
There's always someone
Standing behind the curtains
Hiding behind the glass

It is hidden in a dusty corner
It may never sleep at night
It smells like strawberries
Unlike your breath and roses

It sounds like old strings
And quiet night summer wind
A whisper you once heard
With no distinguished words

A feeling and emotion
Turned into fine spirit
You will not dare to drink
And rather turn into ink

A.K.

Forest weeps as forest sings

Forest weeps not unlike as it sings
Roads go straight when they don't
Moon is always here tides it brings
Unless sun is above, then it won't

Lethe runs fast but never brings home
Home is where a cat sleeps sweetly
When everyone's around we're still alone
Happiness and sadness are similar deeply

Great people do great things and are known
Greater do nothing without names they go
Secrets stay secret when remain unknown
Yes so often really means the opposite no

Days go by as years do and people too
Yet our life is everlasting, there's no death
What I am one day will also become you
Words are born and die with every breath

A.K.
 

Silence

When the smoke is to glimmer in shade
I am the one who dissolves, braces pain
When the light is to cover my name
I will breath deep to not suffocate

The fire is focus, the fire burns steady
The heat is a product, not aim, not the end
Creating life, avoiding death, always ready
To disappear through glass, slip through sand

Evoking spirits when I don't remember
To be awake to take the exchange
Ghost is me, my ghost is the answer
It passes through gain, ignores the range

Separating parts for long so unknown
They need not to attract to each other
Too much danger may carry the dawn
The touch will be soft but I will gather

All strength and all coldness to withstand
All bitterns to mask the taste of emotions
To carry me into the grey shades' land
No matter, I am nothing but my devotions

Another mask, silver paint, worn leather
To be stored and restored by kindness
Yet, it will always belong elsewhere
As only night hours bring me guidance

A.K.