I'm colder
Then night.
Like a moth
I'm looking for light.
No flame here, no moon -
In the darkness
I'll be dead soon.
I'm wearing
dusty wings.
Silence is a nectar
on my lips
I'm a daughter
Of mournful breeze,
Gently falling
To the abyss.
Emptiness surrounded me
and I was terrified,
But when I breathed it
I realized -
I have no enemies
Here.
The abyss is my cradle,
Emptiness is me.
Emptiness
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