Listening lullaby of streams,
though from far.
Oft I forget thy flow in my veins
A missing face,
A fading dream
Fragments of forgotten hopes.
Yet your memory,
A feather touch
Offers again sky for my wings.
Let me nest on the branch
of that wounded soul.
Once more....
Every hue, you left me
waiting for our locked dreams.
though from far.
Oft I forget thy flow in my veins
A missing face,
A fading dream
Fragments of forgotten hopes.
Yet your memory,
A feather touch
Offers again sky for my wings.
Let me nest on the branch
of that wounded soul.
Once more....
Every hue, you left me
waiting for our locked dreams.
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