With sleeping echoes of wishes
scattered in the clouds…
my earth slept,
to the smell of rain.
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Sometimes in a world of understanding,
understanding is hard to come by…
everything is lost in the humm of music,
holding the heart together…
Words run out and thoughts submerge,
in a temple of echoes,
repeating themselves to infinity.
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Sometimes in a world of understanding,
understanding is hard to come by…
everything is lost in the humm of music,
holding the heart together…
Words run out and thoughts submerge,
in a temple of echoes,
repeating themselves to infinity.
**Repost