Our Watering Wells
We as hollow dented reeds walk and grow in the sunshine of a limited space. Facing self a wearing the withering of our seasons. These hollow ballet halls may we cling with hungering hearts to dance in the light together while the song of our hope can still be sung, can still be heard through our eyes in this life. My love are you ok? are you still there? I wash my eyes with dreams of the. Please see me.
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