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Empty Places

Tearful echoes, fast fading, filled with regret, will never again be heard among listening ears.

Skies above hold naught but ever-darkening sunset, beleaguered beyond amassing clouds, glowing rusted edges, focal point through which illuminating beams are quelled. Broken sanctuary surroundings create sheltering shadows.

No violinist should play alone, enduring solitary leisure whilst dusky world has held itself timeless. One cello joins, deeply sorrowing. Accompanying vocalists – male, female – barely capable, resound reverently their strains. Bass strikes upon drum add muted punctuation. Heavy hearts, burdened souls, hence each is equally isolated in harmony.

Final quintet, heralds by undesired title, grieving lost opportunities.

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