I
Am
Now
Just
Quiet
Sifting
Stillness
Singing In gentle waves
Thoughts drift like clouds
Silent rivers rolling on calmly
Stars glisten on endless grace
Vision linger in the quiet of dusk
Dreams drift across evening skies
Whispering voices gather a slumber
The night wings glide mute into morn
-Hermit King-
For Aim the Flame
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