Valley of Cries - Poetry

To think of the loneliness,
In space,
In a place that is not real,
Wherever it might be.

To run against time,
Deteriorating with every second,
Was the mind of the sage,
Who lived in the valley.

The valley of cries,
It was called,
By the villagers,
Who heard these cries.

Not,
Not real,
Not anywhere,
Not anymore.

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