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One Note

I hear it still

Always sounding

One strike

At the beginning of time

The cosmos expanding

Infinite permutation

Where is the place

Where we touched

Without separation

Extinguished in the night

Blown out on a grey day

By gusting winds

Roaring fires no more

The same sound

Of togetherness


Of the splintering

Every road home

Each step carries me


To the light beyond

An answering heartbeat

The call of the wild

A gentle hand against

The odds of fate

The sound continues


Of dreams and hopes and love

Reach through the surface

Grab my soul

We have clear skies above

And an ocean of stars below

green palm trees on island
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