Hectic words on the run,
That just ere to say,
In utter silence…
Willing to sing a song of a praised glory,
In the rhythmatic tune,
With the unwritten…heard lyric,
Melancholic song…felt…heard from within,
Rush! Quick! The words would slip away,
The breeze that howls will blow it,
And then you never would hear,
That beating heart…
The sweet sound from the mumbling lips,
Forever unheard…ever pounding in pain,
Let the breeze resent…subside,
I’d tell...hear those words,
The hectic words on the run,
Make me not be a living pendulum,
I heard the hectic words of the run…
Howl! Oh! Breeze,
Forever in rage,
Bring in silence,
Blow away the words of vase…
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