See the twists and turns of all the ticks, as tokes go in a clock the gears rotate and click together as a puzzle being fixed.
Far upon the sky as feathers fall so white and yet so pure, soft, strong, and yet weightless to the touch.
Upon the past of memories the happiness of seeing a person you haven't seen in so long but yet not so far as you thought.
Sun far off distance gives heat to though's to need warmth and strength, falls in line with the moon brings the light to the night with the stars bring more of a glow.
Woods give comfort to though's who like the seclusion from socialization, bring salvation to who desires relaxation from stress but peace.
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