Morning whispers through the blinds,
colors bleed,
the clocks unwind
shadows dance but leave no trace,
every thought falls into space
golden echoes in my mind,
fading,
fading,
hard to find
all the clothes they slip away,
golden echoes,
make them stay
footsteps vanish on the shore,
waves erase what came before
voices linger then they go,
memories drip like melting snow
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