Love is louder than music
Words fly higher than planes
Over and over the summits
We live beyond these lanes.
Do not feel too trapped
If the walls close in
And the sounds disappear
To the march of striking tin.
For our bodies lie here still
But under the morning hour
The soul lies cast about
Leaping from the painted tower.
This really gave me hope and made me feel nice. Thank you.
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Thanks for the comment xD
It was just something that came into my head, but I’m glad you liked it.
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You’re welcome!
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