Quiet
Somewhere in the past, you.
I march on.
Ripples separate fast
at the distant horizon.
Yet around you, spring is static
I revolve
Latent and misplaced
In a lonely orbit
Once again
Quiet
Somewhere in the past, you.
I march on.
Ripples separate fast
at the distant horizon.
Yet around you, spring is static
I revolve
Latent and misplaced
In a lonely orbit
Once again
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