Faraway Eyes
Acoustic dip the hills,
ghost vocals of the night,
reverberate sweet shudders,
breathing hymns of flight.
Flatlined in the dust,
prone of distance slain,
yet phoenix be my love,
will rise and soar again.
Tears of silver rain
and echoed plaintive cries,
reflect the yearning flames
lucent in faraway eyes.
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