in the distance, I see ataraxia.
in the distance, I see appreciation.
in the distance, I feel the wind.
in the distance, I sense the sun.
f a r away is the future.
f a r away is the distance.
what LIES what lies.
there is no
hope.
the distance is only
d
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s
t
r
u
c
t
i
o
n.
of her soul, of his mind.
what lies, what LIES.
What a wonderful poem
What a wonderful poem
Thank you, sanctus:)
Thank you, sanctus:)