Sonic Sounds
dusted canyons
wild children play
blackbird finding its way home
Jesus said i should take more care
wanderings to smooth the soul
Solitude my melancholy way
who tussles these days?
I do not understand
what it is I wait for?
Leitmotifs are aplenty
sounds are driving us
we become the score
wrapping through the empty years
laughing at the tears inside
of a mariners ghost.
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