No story here

Somewhere amid the savoring mu

is a tale that cannot be told

it sails over boundless waves

where clouds are standing bold,

along the journey there is a song

only known by just a few

the words are lost in present

but you know them, I’m sure you do.

 

So the tale is woven from one to another

the heavy bickering of a hail

as akin to generations that come

somewhere within an untold wail.

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