Apparently

The fate to lose
and forge ahead.
through the burden,
through the death.

The howling
and humble hearts.
know the answers,
find the rest.

Apparently a crystal sea
winds into my hands.
But when I breath,
all I see
melts into the sand

So I'll be letting go now.



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Writer(s): Robert Clinton
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