unapparently so

let's reside for just a while

in tall grass fields exposing sound

while hearts are pounding, making songs

and wind is whistling through on eves

for moons to rise and suns to fall

because we cannot catch them all

surely there are aging trees

to track the time and keep the peace

when movement is too quick for pause

and all the lines are blurred again

we fill our lungs with clarity

and promises of verity

for our sakes, keep us as we are

impossible film | apart of our surroundings
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