Sunday





thief of the sun
everything we are
everything we were

taking a toll on this
soul 

reason with the night
to find yourself
drowning in the River

before this 
there was  nothing

when you knock 
they can't hear

fabric of this 
soul moving with 
the forest's wind

standing with a 
heart in hand

  weave through
time to find 

reality 
even in the dark 

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