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...Seed
By SolApathy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZmq_Ux5MFI
A single instrument
A single instrument
words upon a page
a piano where the keys are words
Resonating not through the air
But through our soul
The tune quiet, yet deep
reaching places of which we no longer speak
Touching that long ago begotten seed of hope
A drip of water glistening in the evening sun
Daring to run into the crevasse of a dream that hasn’t quiet died
Determined to spark something inside
a piano where the keys are words
Resonating not through the air
But through our soul
The tune quiet, yet deep
reaching places of which we no longer speak
Touching that long ago begotten seed of hope
A drip of water glistening in the evening sun
Daring to run into the crevasse of a dream that hasn’t quiet died
Determined to spark something inside
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Copyright 2023 SolApathy
Published on Monday, October 2, 2023.
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