and the ripples on the river seemingly drops. You dream half yourself, to left things remain calm over silence. And you ask the whims of your mind, yet, all seems disuading.
there is little calming drops. Above your feet, are many minutes nighttime. You feel a slim hope deep inside of you. You feel things would be alright, yet, the ripples over the river is more tempting.
Beneath the quite whizzing sounds,
you hear a swirling flow. Cooling behind closed doors, are days of our night. The amazing thing is, the light is still on! The sways fast rehearsing on life’s rhetoric. And you kneel behind the bed, pray and say, “all shall be well”. A better tomorrow!
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