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1.2k · Jun 2013
Timeless
Ken Jun 2013
o exhausted earth,
enchanted by flowing melodies,
why do You still cry...

we lie dormant,
deaf
in our home

The Whispers sway, our Stories unfold,
yet those branches of life,
filled with Golden hymns
root our song to stand

yet It goes on ---
if You would just notice the wind...

— The End —