Velvet Waltz

Yearning for the souls of quietude —

for the eyes that with wisdom overflow in mystic waterfalls —

I sigh and hum atop a mountain of hope.

I cast off the illusion that feeds off the blind gods

to be the wind that comes and goes

as I quest for the silken voices and bass tones.

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