We are silent

We’re sort of silent

We sit at daybreak and watch the breeze blow

We take our time

Talking easy

Time is not after us

We are sort of pandered to

Time is the vessel by which we speak

The thoughts and memories that come between
Are eternal

And so are we
Unending

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