Wafting Whispers

Whispers linger, they fail to die,
The burning embers from that spring,
Yawning voids mirror holes that sting,
My trickling tears have now turned dry.
In a realm far my eyes espy,
A bright future that could have been,
The treasured portraits lay unseen,
My bereft soul teeters with pleas,
Alas! Fading dreams slowly cease,
I fall with vestiges umpteen.
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