never changing, always changing

Acres of tears

Fields of rainbows

Falling

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I can feel the thunder rolling through your chest

Infinite memories almost forming into songs

I am the longing to sing and listen

All I can hear are echoes

No face under the mask… yet somehow all faces… distinct but not separate… these eyes, all eyes… this light, all light… these stars, all stars… falling burning crashing dissolving into itself… never changing, always changing…

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Beautiful these songs of echos, slowly swiftly silently falling through rainbow tears glistening in the morning sun… songs remembered songs forgotten songs without place or time but not lost… or found… new and familiar these words play cats cradle tracing twisting turning paths through dark forests where sunlight dances on your face as you dance in the grassy clearing… you see your reflection melt in the sparkling shadows…