It stood like a silent spectator
watching me
with a coy smile on it's face
It's shadow growing older
as the sun retired for the day
leaving the stains
of an unfinished story
The words were blurred
in the mist of bliss
the voices that echoed once
now stood still
It is still waiting
gazing at the horizon
in the hope of a tomorrow
in the hope of a tomorrow...
in the hope of a tomorrow...
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