When parts of life assume the soft halo…
And solitude has found company in nostalgia,
Whisperings from the other life clink as crytals.
So Say it…Tell us a riveting tale…
Tell us the way it happened, the way it could have…
The way it did and the way it didn’t.
The ‘Freedom drums of twilight’ are about to roll…
Let it find utterance in what ought to be spoken.
A resonance in cosmos that is waiting to be told.
And solitude has found company in nostalgia,
Whisperings from the other life clink as crytals.
So Say it…Tell us a riveting tale…
Tell us the way it happened, the way it could have…
The way it did and the way it didn’t.
The ‘Freedom drums of twilight’ are about to roll…
Let it find utterance in what ought to be spoken.
A resonance in cosmos that is waiting to be told.
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