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Oceans of pain now turned to caressing beaches, resilient prairie flowers reflect the swaying of heartache, mountains and valleys lead to continuous change, but alas, Infinity itself lies between our sighs

My eyes reveal the hint for on the horizon wave after wave of the hollow villain, another insult along with the broken correspondence of shadowy complicity, my theme song of freedom never ends

There is something in the atmosphere, in between the crisp morning air and frail shadows of drifting alignments are unknown possibilities so who can say if making changes is at dawn will be true at sunset?

There’s a rude hollow perception & thousands of ample attempts to undo emancipation But the wild delicate melodies slipping by are echoing even a trampling hemisphere of horses cannot change freedom’s cry

Those castaway dreams gather hidden in plain sight, not amused by their nature of therapeutic constant care & working by nightfall one way by day another the rift exhausting

It’s not secret rivers sought by wandering souls but diligent values released on a world bereft of virtue; its as agile as two destinies joined by love, ultimately filling the world with sunshine surprises

The end rarely comes in a welcoming manner nor keenly anticipated with thorn heavy blossoms, haunting unbalanced moments in time, yet we are somehow directly comforted by what we were