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[siren_echoes]

Allow me a touch of free-flowing thought... no rythm or rules or rhyme...

We move
We fly
Never still
Never embrace death’s cold stillness
We live
The song of the road beneath us
The song of the wind in our hair
The song of the wanderer in our hearts
We move
We fly
We soar
Falcons unleashed
Unhooded
Unfettered
Uninhibited passion
Dive into the art of our world
Paint our songs
Fly our dreams
Live our words
Tell tales truth in lies
Reality in fiction
Dance of layered words
Layered worlds
Layered fire of the soul hidden in bloom
Kiss of darkness, caress of light
Silver fire in the night sky leads the way
Pale light tossed at our feet
The Moon smiles
She sings
She sighs
Weary Moon
Eternal cycle
Never still
Never embracing death’s cold stillness
The song of the wanderer in her heart…


--Amyla