Sound

In welding water molded matters scatter in red reaving rivers laying in shivers

Wind breathing neither stopping nor leaving going up the mountain and down through the fountain where spring began and sang an oath creating growth

Besides the brinks where the sun sinks in breaching the surface reaching out of of sight where darkness hides

Lights decline where darkness mines seeing blinks between the brinks scatter and links sound to matter

Dear to here breathing clear sound unbound in an ocean of motion

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