

SilenceBelow the roar of dancing waves, Upon the breath of sorrow, Within the dampened hearts of wretches, Hopeless as the rain that drenches, Fearless yet not cold to grief, As sure as a tomorrow.Silence
It sleeps within a weary heart, Forgotten by the found, For it is not a waking power, Worshiped rightly by the dour, No, it cannot quell the pain, It seeks to thus expound.
Yet beyond these anxious feats For those, the scattered wise, It is as peaceful as the dance Or the many muttered chants Of those who seek to break it with, Their loud an
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Let the strands of creation capture you,
see the splendor of that which is real,
but still be memorized by the possibility,
Let love, frustration, and sadness fill you,
and take you away on a journey
Haven't heard from you in awhile, though I'd check up on you and see if everything alright. And whether we're still doing that.
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Let the strands of creation capture you,
see the splendor of that which is real,
but still be memorized by the possibility,
Let love, frustration, and sadness fill you,
and take you away on a journey
Considering what I just finally posted in my journal...
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