All this time,
it was written in the dirt
The sordid earth
would quake like drums
Your gaze felt
like an untouched rock
Still they sob
from the beautiful rain
All of this pain,
Is lost to the chasing trill
Of running still
Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 10:11 AM UTC
All this time,
it was written in the dirt
The sordid earth
would quake like drums
Your gaze felt
like an untouched rock
Still they sob
from the beautiful rain
All of this pain,
Is lost to the chasing trill
Of running still
Be still my indelible friend,
You are unbreakable
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