The well of longing
drips
From eloquent eyes,
From eloquent eyes,
Unseen
Behind masks
Behind masks
Locked in place
To hide the
pain within
Scars from
dusty memories
Clattering away in the voids
Broken chimes of wood
Playing notes of empty joys
I tried to tell the winds
To stop by
And bear away all the blues
But my thoughts,
Clattering away in the voids
Broken chimes of wood
Playing notes of empty joys
I tried to tell the winds
To stop by
And bear away all the blues
But my thoughts,
Like sunflowers, follow
The path that leads to you
The path that leads to you
MS
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