Earth's Bells
It's always there, deep inside.
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It’s quite sad to say this, but I’ll be needing a little help
On becoming something beautiful
I’m stressed to the core, been hearing whistles
And this past that won’t die, it haunts ‘till you’re on your knees
So you reminisce alone, nothingness has become a throne
King of all crumbling buildings
As you breathe, isolation takes hold of you
As the birds, frail
Passing through your window
Bats cry
Insects crawl
Far away, a mountain
Go down the stairs and walk
Walk away
Let the wind unfurl your hair
The mountain will wait
It will be green
Spiritual
We all need a little help
Just…
Don’t fade
Blossom
The past won’t die
Embrace it
Learn
We are never beautiful
© Lucas Melo 2022