hope not

Star strings cut from the sky
Blood red pours
Four men on horses gallop
Through the winding paths.

Hand in loveable hand
People, loved people,
Hold eachother close

Tree-bound kites
Cold tea in the kettle
The dust will settle
Only when we won’t see it.

You wonder if itll hurt
When all falls
And no one is left
To hear the moons cries

All you can manage is a laugh.

hope not.

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