[Photo A Day March]
Some things crave, and surge, and yearn, so intensely, they echo from one end to the other.
Your dreams; I hear every staccato beat reaching out to this end so gracefully.
Hold on, and go on, just a little bit longer. Because maybe, the night waits to bask in beautiful sounds that won't give up.
Your dreams; they're a beautiful mess of an orchestra tonight.
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