Those Calm Waters - Poetry

They remain the same,
Still,
Still as death,
If only that came earlier.

These haunting of the unknown,
Burning a dreadful hole,
Into the depths of the dreams,
For all of the eternity.

Winds howl by,
Screaming in your ears,
Of the harrowing events,
That slipped by.

Sitting watching the waters,
Music in the ears,
Brightness in the sight,
It was a dream,
For all dreams to be.

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