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Across the miles, wandered have they
Breezed in the dark, lonely ways
Lived they have, destined for you
Countless as stars, my words are they...
Some have bled in the silence of nights
Obstinate rage when sparkled bright
Some have drowned in the clamoring days
Hustles of life when flaunted its might...
Some have feared denial and pain
Some have knocked the doors in vain
Awaiting along with the silver clouds
Summoned you long, to feel the rain...
Yet they nest in the crisp blue air
In the sonnets of love and waves of mare
Yet they await a loving summon
To walk up the miles to find you near...