Me On the Line

It comes from the north during winter

Weighs heavy on my mind

Deafening sounds of silence and of solitude

A test of wills, against the grind

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Turn inside out, to let outside in

Thickening skin on both sides

On my own, seeking daylight

Just me on the line

Fleeting Brilliance from Shore

Secret passages betray sight and sound

What we see is never clear in broad daylight

Ashes in search of darkened songs

Peach blossom parables contrast in compare

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A room made of leaves waiting for the wind

Pond swimming in the rain by moonlight

Summers choose beautiful highways into the light

A collection of brilliance fleeting from shore