a word
on a never ending journey
a peaceful noise
in the midst of silence
making the sky brighter
before stars' eyes
tunneling down secret passages
singing chaos to the caves
something spoken
on a july afternoon
a sigh building up
inside my heart
a rowdy echo
lying down to sleep
the tinkling of bells
singing songs to the birds
it's waiting for morning
to come
to chase the dark away
back into it's underground home
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