Whispers In Sounds
Only the eyes that see through a thousand distance can understand.
Only the ice of the antarctic could reveal the mystery of the sand.
Only the creations of the beauty aquatics could tell the story of the waters.
But who could tell the mystery behind the sun?
Man...Rows of shell, crest of the ark, blues and blues of enshrined complexity.
Sparks and flashes of wave-like sounds, streaming like the flush of the stream of purity.
Flies and mushrooms, sighs and whispers of silence.
Man, with support from the eternal, campus the band of the material.
Silence, silence cried, just silence, silence whispers.
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