Brace yourself, sad soul. You may be one against many, but when the time is right your song will be sung. You will see how I see you. I see you as a fountain, a God, a poetry; barely translated. You still illuminate the darkest parts of me, secretly.
We hope-finders, we dream-chasers, we heart-racers.
No, nothing stops us.
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23, Of March and Moon.
Growing old I keep moving on. Only thing left of me is to keep growing strong. Chewed up and spit out, My head filled with self-doubt.
No matter how Alone you feel The crescendos will still Rise to greet you. Off in the west Pure ethereal The Ships and Stars Wait to greet you.
One morning I shall wake. Amid the new days break. The living will be easy. And not so tough to take. One morning I will find. Something good within the grind. Beautiful and gentle.
Yesterday was one of those days that begin with a fanfare. From morning until evening, everything goes smoothly.
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