Longing for return, not heard or known about yet to befall
Mind relaxing with the feel of leaves waving with winds
The touch of the chilly breeze brings silence around all
Arousing Countless complains in the delicate heart stings
Difficult feelings to expose as not is understood by all
For screams drizzle complaining what might happen next
Could not be disunited seeing the barrier opposite like a wall
Waiting in spectrum of hope deeming long seemed instincts
As the words and action showed there might come a call
In an endless river of strong current creating ripples that I fall
Never understood where the life heads keeping me play my role
Being optimistic, longing for an arcane return yet to befall
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