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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...