Broke down in the wind. The chimes hung in mid air. Silent but the wind. Crying to the tune somewhere. Distant are the screams. Clinging on the presence. Delivering naught. Blending in the space above the heads. Beneath the stars, the twinkling red. The calm carries a drift. Takes you to a dream. You feel. You feel once again. You live. You breathe once again. The wonder is not there yet. The breeze but pushes it away. There is no end, as there was no start. It all just seems to fall apart. But it will bend. It all does. Sift through. Just let it guide you. You know it is not there. You believe in it. You want it to be. And that is all. That is the way it is meant to be.
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