Silent Cry; Apocalypse Sky

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A calm breeze across my face;
I sit up straight, right in place,
The tall grass flows like running water,
The creek stands still; the sun feels hotter.

Upon a tree, a bird has nested.
In the distance, the horses rested.
The sky glows with meteor stone;
Tears flow, and I only wish to go home.

Silent Cry; Apocalypse Sky | Ecency