This light is so silent
reflects off the moon
no whispering
not even thoughts taste the air
the sepia vision
of country and fool
this silence and light
isnt tried isnt fair
some loud bitter calling
so fragile to tear
it stutters past wheels
of thier wagon and horse
you know i have always been
thinking of tears
and i try to look forward
with little remorse
the tiller in tract
instincively hears
of a thunderous sinking
of moments bygone
and the timelessness of it
keeps lingering on
and the timelessness of it
keeps lingering on
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