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As I walk upon the pavements, rain fills the atmosphere with endless rivers, the people I pass create gardens of words, ages will pass, and you may always relive the lost art of conversation, where two souls can become one, lushly grown from the eternity of beautiful minds, I pause, as a tear within the oceans of eyes In this night, lanterns of paradise, unaware of their own beauty, I close my eyes, wishing to sleep forever, under the waterfall flowing until the end of time, the milky way opens from this chest, a lighthouse spreading endless depth, reaching the hearts of the wounded, I awaken, and see a reflection within the glass of a secluded home, a man falls to the ground with his hands upon the earth, his dew Is mine, her dew Is mine, their dew Is the cries of my soul, and so, I open my hands, and cradle the warmth of this love as a birthplace of healing, the sun dawns upon the golden waters, I enter the train with the other passengers, waiting upon the journey to return home
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
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As I walk upon the pavements, rain fills the atmosphere with endless rivers, the people I pass create gardens of words, ages will pass, and you may always relive the lost art of conversation, where two souls can become one, lushly grown from the eternity of beautiful minds, I pause, as a tear within the oceans of eyes In this night, lanterns of paradise, unaware of their own beauty, I close my eyes, wishing to sleep forever, under the waterfall flowing until the end of time, the milky way opens from this chest, a lighthouse spreading endless depth, reaching the hearts of the wounded, I awaken, and see a reflection within the glass of a secluded home, a man falls to the ground with his hands upon the earth, his dew Is mine, her dew Is mine, their dew Is the cries of my soul, and so, I open my hands, and cradle the warmth of this love as a birthplace of healing, the sun dawns upon the golden waters, I enter the train with the other passengers, waiting upon the journey to return home
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
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