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Tacenda (Noun) Things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence. - all poems made by chantal horanstan//cinnamoniall-

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by cinnamoniall-

Yesterday I came back,

To the place where I lost myself.

To the place where I found myself.

I danced with the stars,

And cried with the ocean.

But I didn't find you there.

Where did you go?

The winds were blowing on the trees,

And the night was getting deeper.

I searched everywhere,

All I found were distant screams.

Silhouettes of the place I call home.

Take me back.

Take back the swelling in my feet,

Of hours of walking,

My shoes marking the city.

I wanna feel the wind again,

Hear your voice again.

Nonetheless it's all gone.

Replaced by an exact copy,

But still so different.

I closed my eyes to feel your voice.

Only a whisper can be heard.

But it was enough as the night deepend.