Two hugs hurt.
Too many move.
To here and there.
Today, Tomorrow, Forever.
The ever ending stories in the never ending story.
Too many lives, So little time.
So much said, So little heard.
Behind the heads of many, Rest the unheard.
While the wind grows, The people shake.
And in the fowl deep, We will last.
We will become the voices.
Then, On nights long, Alone no longer.
Before the distant callings.
Before all the noise.
All heard all.
When power is no more.
All will be heard again, And that is all.
Be Seeing You.
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