There are moments where we contemplate
what
Is and was
We rail at fate
Then we revel
When those moments pass
A sigh of relief with a
Tad of alas
We ask many questions
We ask none at all
The moving chaos
In
Echoing halls
The soft blanket
Of silence
We hold on tight
Our hearteyes seeking
A gentle light
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