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My heart's been anguished,
It's torn amongst -
choices, crossroads, constraints...
Full of uncertainties.
It's like walking on an ice bridge,
or on broken glass.
Hazy may the future be,
But I must keep going.
'Tis imperative, no option to stay put,
or worse, to turn back.
But what time is it?
which time, rather???
How could I tell it's time to gather stones,
or to scatter them away?
to embrace or to refrain?
to mend or let the tear stay as it is?
I am afraid those soft voices have died.
How I nurtured them for years.
They were all mine to give.
And the violets, the roses...
They long have died.
It's not even your soft voice
that I don't want to die
because I doubt if they are ever there.
It's the soft voices within me...
they are screaming to be rescued.
Are you that deaf or aren't you just able
to feel them?
Or maybe you'd feel them, their absence...
when they are...
but dead?
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"music, when soft voices die,
vibrates in the memory -
odours, when sweet violets sicken,
live within the sense they quicken.
rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
are heaped for the beloved's bed;
and so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
love itself shall slumber on."
(percy bysshe shelley)
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how do you keep the music playing?
how do you make it last?
how do you keep the song from fading too fast?
how do you lose yourself to someone?
and never lose your ways...
i know the way i feel for you
it's now or never
the more i love the more that i'm afraid
that in your eyes i may not see forever...
(lyrics, how do you keep the music playing...)
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