[20] sadness is calling

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can you hear it? sadness is calling
light like feather in pearl white robe
and with a breath as cold as frost
that silently settles over the land

white drops of frozen tears send me home
but it is only a hallucination,
home is deeply hidden in grey aura
under the lack of sorrow

the light has become pale and
the flickering glow is almost extinguished,
smothered by dust and
arid thoughts of dead people

the rain washes away the radiant colours
and reveals grey, cold stone
the cold moves into the land and
whistles through narrow slits of hope

can you hear it? sadness is calling
the wind carries children's laughter with it
or is it the stifled crying of long-lasting grief?
kiss my dear ones goodbye for me

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