Eyes closed— yet still the light flows in. A bird coughs truth through feathered skin. Pink tulips bow, not out of need, but from some long- forgotten creed. The breeze remembers, the silence sworn— it speaks to us before we’re born. And in this hush, the song just waits— never too soon, never too late. A thought descends like breath on stone— not mine, not yours, yet not alone. The voice within wears no disguise— it waits for you beneath the skies. In stillness deep, it softly calls, where no one speaks— and nothing falls. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
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