Thrill of the crescendo
- echoing into forever.
This is the song. Composed of tones of silver-gold
aglitter in the air. Threads vibrating - ever altering
this tapestry of hearts that need to sing their joy
and pain to thee.
And then the base joins
in, grounding song
within reality. Rattling the cages of the never
meant to be. Shivering and shaking the security
into an opening. Step through it now, as a wind
that ever keeps on flowing on within an infinite
Become a song...
? Michaelette ?
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