Silver edges my clouds
frosty crystalline edges
new ends or the same beginnings
My heart beats
cracked and torn
it beats on
for whom I do not know
I keep on for the future holds brighter days
I do not wait
listen to the flow
Each new stone is laid
sometimes we want to carry them
their beauty and pain beneath us
the weight doesn't do us any good now
lay a new colour
skip to a beat
for each new step
will
carry a part of
The Old
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