Find Me the Place
In this beginning
The countdown along
Destined for the end
In silence is life
And without words
Non-golden, no trial
Pray down the rain
For the draught
What comes the flood
If i climb for air
My lungs, and i pant
Streams are in the valley
Looking too much
But the fruit of risk
And life, and leap
The ease of letting go
Methinks its some measure
And we thrive on history
I can deal the blues
Do me no cyan
Else you green on envy
I am lost on point
Tell you. Standard
Is where we will meet
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