There
It's something there
In the hidden wind
In the broken air
Where the waters speak
And the rain drops sing
Whispers of despair
Where the ground has voices
Millions of choices
Hidden there like treasures
Lying there forever
The trees surround our hopes
Keeping them caught in their branches
For the hazard of our destiny
And for the lonely traveller
Looking for fruits inside wooden shells.
Looking for sadness when the sky is blue
Looking for white clouds when they see the moon
Searching for the sun
In the darkest night
Trying to find stars
When the shiny day has killed their light.
It's right there in the fire
Setting free its incense illusion
With small perfumed particles
Everlasting confusion
Right there in the sparklings
That give birth to other little bright spots
- Stars that will never extinguish.
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