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Testo The Front That Welcomes
I crave for even the faintest touch of inspiration.
Tho, it's rivers have seemingly dried.
The past few weeks have gone by like nameless citizens,
in a waiting line.
Scattered grey clouds have altered my plan.
I must dig deep.
An amalgam of taunting voices have wittingly took the lime light away.
Words and actions have somehow lost some of their sweetness. As I search for some sign,
and collect the shattered pieces,
I regain my thirst for optimism.
Deaf will be these ears; to your serenades.
Blind will be these eyes; to your charades.
And cold will be the front, that welcomes you
Tho, it's rivers have seemingly dried.
The past few weeks have gone by like nameless citizens,
in a waiting line.
Scattered grey clouds have altered my plan.
I must dig deep.
An amalgam of taunting voices have wittingly took the lime light away.
Words and actions have somehow lost some of their sweetness. As I search for some sign,
and collect the shattered pieces,
I regain my thirst for optimism.
Deaf will be these ears; to your serenades.
Blind will be these eyes; to your charades.
And cold will be the front, that welcomes you
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