Lost Emotions

These barren hills, that in my youth

meant to me a million things

stand purple in the twilight.


They are hills today

just earth deformed

by rain and water

cracked open by the sun.


The silence that I felt is gone

the longings undefined are dead

we watch the painful birth of night

and talk of worldly things.

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