Hollows of anxieties dwell
next to a frivolous stream,
grey rolling stones in drizzles,
scattered ashes from glowing ember.
Oh! Ballads descend stealthily
sprinkled along Luna's wings,
they shimmer along the coast
dissolving in whispering mist.
I watch them blanket the stream
in patterns of blue humming pearls,
familiar memoirs bridge my worlds
I stand on a bridge fusing my breath
visible pain blending with invisible cure.
I've been on a journey tracing these dreams
holding a thread of frozen hopes,
closer they seem, farther they move..
I chase along stranded trenches
soothing trails of humming streams.
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