Omen
In bitter longing... warmth reels back in touching cold solitude. This emptiness runs deep. Though the echoes bring fear to happy minds, may hope sing louder. In the night- let the echoes of light being us together in wonder. A choir of ancient voices in the sky; we are as we think. Alone in sacred silence. Divided only be hesitation.
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