From the Healing collection

Lost & Found

Brian Baruch

I feel the cracks beneath the sunshine my teardrops wash the all away

memories, they march before me moments holding hands becoming one each challenge awaits in jest all intertwined, falling decoratively in void discovering my every longing painted crimson

so I vow to only paint a stoic grey

can't you hear the echoes of lost angels? wishing to banish the suffering in each and in everyone

but worries cloak my heart and I turn numb

pulling me below the refuge of our heart we save many a brilliant twilight colourful teardrops restoring a world of will

the pieces of us we left behind recover mercy connecting their dots angels rising to sing and play

loyally gathering around our hearts to cleanse each silent regret reviving in each this sacred prayer

heeding a music of tomorrow that serenades each wish as worries melt beneath the love we share

sentimental dews echoing landslides to the heart one, by one, by one, by one FOREVER, see?

From Healing

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