A song heard..



And a song heard over and over long ago...
In the quaint shadow of a silver sprightly doe...

Of the notes strung together in a cord...
Sliced and shaped over a quiet sword...

Trickling through, onto the sands of time...
Swaying you along sans a reason or a rhyme...

Eyes closed in a memory deep into the past...
Of scars etched on a canvas yearning to last...

Every word knowing its way within...
Numbing, calming the ever-raging din..

To a world now strange and truly far...
But only a song to chase the fading star...




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