To the one left behind who must be resting. The need to recover in order to return, how it must feel to be wondering how it all goes.

As the sun sets down where it has gone from there, and the evening sets in the summerlike air, taking a breath and getting some sleep.

Those whose bodies gave in were simply those who needed rest. Not to mean losing or anything of the like, simply a time for rest and thoughts.

I wish you some quiet and hope you don’t feel alone.

Watching the sun sink farther away as the world spins and the oceans pour around, the bubbling of water and the pounding of the drum,

The words that fall out and the people who hear, all those who listen and know not to fear,

The ever spinning world and her ever changing sphere.

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