Peaceful words flow in and out,
inside,
outside,
all about,
wondering over the waves and foam
searching and looking for a new home
as the sun sets
the moon shall rise
never leaving gaps
in the mountains ties
where the water meets the mountain
and the mountain meets the sky
the words will flow,
like the ocean waves,
like the clouds above,
like the ground below
in the mountain range.
Echo

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