Decoy of peace
Here on this constant Earth
Where sands never touch sky
Violins filter in the air
Orchestrating music
To the inner soul
Repressed downwards
Reviving what was lost
So many years ago
Ages do not cease
Nor the memory of the young
Winds lift us off our feet
When it speaks
We can see
Through the windows
Of their eyes
Thinking we know why
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hippies, and the string section.
those two are often found together, but good for you.
it really is beautiful: images, and flow.
love you,
clari
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