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Perhaps Too Far
Perhaps Too Far
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The chirps drowned,
The rainbow faded,
Far in the horizon,
The sunset races.
No moon, no stars
No dreamy constellations
No rustles, no winds
No lilies no, carnations
Just a rush of ticks.
Lost in its defeaning sounds are days months and weeks.
Somewhere far - perhaps too far,
A new world awaits.
New Dawn,
The struggle in the cocoon,
The desperation for wings,
To soar in the skies
Where the joyous heart sings.
