We follow moments, the end of rainbows, feel sadness as the world slowly decays and destruction fills our eyes, we witness genocide, depths of despair , hanging thickly in the air, so we try to sleep, drift on delicate petals of dream, seeking grace, keep on waiting for the sound of daybreak, the rambling rhythm's of resistance, trying to release love on the turning of every tide, finding choruses of unity, sources of respite, containing light, poetry, magic potions that ignite, as we travel forwards, replacing thorny scales, leaving negativitity scattered, somewhere that can't be found again, while sun and moon, a perfect pair, playing yin and yang, keep on shining brightly, yesterday's darkness tossed away, the hawks of fear, no longer near, our songs we keep on singing and releasing, never missing a step or a beat. with easy dance steps, mother earth feels us healing, hears us overcoming wars, spinning wildly beneath our feet, carries on sustaining, insistent like the flowers that always bloom, talking, allowing happiness to unfold, releasing the tension, breathing in and breathing out, providing enough kindling to burn through gloom. with her gentle waves moves us safely away from the cliffs, to find salvation, beyond the edges of madness, sharing symphonic waves of peace, not bound by locks or chains, abandoning everything that's not true, honest, or fair, despite anger and frustration, following blossoming brooks of evolution, a future that's unwritten, finding enough scraps of nourishment with which to survive another day.
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