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10-24-2023, 09:17 AM
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Echos of Yesterday
Echos of Yesterday
There was an abundance of rise, feathers will float
Feathers will eventually fall
Sticking to the cold, frozen grass that sneers
He will let his remaining saturated spirit guide him
Was it foolish to let his heart guide him?
His intuition knows the terrible truth
Standing, slightly faded and eerily ravished
At the cursed crossroads once more, once lessened
The Scorpio moon is hollow
The Scorpio sea is shallow
He is forced to wear this shroud of thistles
Questions blow in the cobalt wind
Questions pool in the shadows of tomorrow
All he can do is limp for the hopeful horizon
This Scorpio shall crawl onto the shell of a terrapin
Letting the terrapin take him to the sea of truth
To the moon of determination
The distance is dizzying, staggering
O terrapin, carry me to the sparkling sea
Carry me through the jaded snows of January
Take no pity, bless this humility
This was all just a wishful dream
As the silver sands ran from his shaky hands
Echos of yesterday do not know tomorrow
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