Weathered eyes attempt to emblaze the stars on the peak that is ascending before them. Pregnant tears, born of weary years, are cast from the pale blue of the pupils, to founder on calloused feet.
Fading lips mumble a broken tune to the stars on the peak that is ascending before them. Shattered thoughts, struck by the ticking of minutes, tumble from the brittle brown lashes, to scatter on scabbed knees.
Broken backs sketch an edgy bow to the stars on the peak that is ascending before them. Drowning words, sunk by the beatings at heart, fail to say "to weep is human, to die, divine".
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