Birds fly by in twos while I ponder you. Sitting alone in my room, as I yearn for you. The constant pull between, the untouched and the unseen.
Without knowing the people around, without having an answer. The true future too far, the return to the past to feel it.
Sitting beneath the blue sky as the colours fade slightly with time. The call to the sea that pulls like a constant energy,
Holiday of the death, unlucky month for love. However when is it, and the messenger answered, as the voices grew louder and the sounds were fearsome.
When Hades doors break, and the spirits pour into the streets, and they missed those who lived, or wish to live again.
So met with rebirth the one who sits at the edge, the three sisters alongside.
Passing along the words and the whispers. These who have rested for so long they scream, that night and day, regardless of light, they want to try again.
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