Lights and colors need the sky,
As space and nature passes by,
On grounds of ice and glowing sand,
Take me by my gentle hand.
Walk through shadows of the morn,
As uncertainty is quickly torn.
Banished love as children dream,
With songs of music played between.
The memories of the dire earth.
And dust of twilights calm rebirth.
The heavens frail gone sympathy.
Rests within the shade.
The loss of mans hypocrisy.
Hears the words to bade.
Listen as the silence booms.
And restful eyes, they calmly loom.
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Not only the music but its pauses and silence make the mood. A lovely write
Much enjoyed, friend. A sure Fave🤩🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you for reading and commenting
Most welcome, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
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