A river of discontent bludgeons the earth by sending
A distress signal of light directly to the center of our souls.
Hanging in the balance between dusk and dawn,
Only to be awoken by the wind blowing in the form of a whisper,
Reducing the night to a shadow.
It speaks. in the dead of sleep, it speaks.
A distress signal of light directly to the center of our souls.
Hanging in the balance between dusk and dawn,
Only to be awoken by the wind blowing in the form of a whisper,
Reducing the night to a shadow.
It speaks. in the dead of sleep, it speaks.
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