A visual benediction. Music by www.benthomasonline.com.
The grey, the icey rain that wraps itself around
Our broken dreams
Our whispered destinies it shrouds
When all the empty bottles up along the wall
Can capture melodic reverberating sounds
It tells that the way up is the way down
I find it difficult to execute the hours
When our entire lives are spent ascending towers
To find out the way up is the way down
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