The voice of that man

He spoke with a shallow tune, that voice of an old friend dreaming century long.
Those were the days when flowers cornered at the darkest future, betting wishes with dying color.

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I still remembered his voice,
It flowed tragic, surfacing nostalgic stories to the sensitive ears and imaginative eyes.
Such intensity baring a warmth within the tide of loneliness only known to self.
But that shivering…