paths crossing throughout dust with no eyes left to see glances touch whispers vaunt about things left about what was given and what was taken what was risen and what was destroyed the closed coffins have already blackened all and beauty's scraped off the rotten wood
a suffocated yearn and nothing to witness held hands and spoken words words that conjoined the thousand colors dressing the never ending rivers the curtains close and the sun drowns quietly
feathers left to the earth swing along with the wind part ways and dissolve where the ground dies
nothing remains with no eyes left to see glances die