distant sounds
pulsing sirens ebbing
a baby's whimper
closer now
a chime
music played
by angel fingers
but above it all
my heart leaps
the rustle
whispers and sighs
i think drops
steady and strong
and then realization
dry rain
the false wind
dancing in spring
with dying trees
mocking hope
heat invasion
before the first full moon
pulsing sirens ebbing
a baby's whimper
closer now
a chime
music played
by angel fingers
but above it all
my heart leaps
the rustle
whispers and sighs
i think drops
steady and strong
and then realization
dry rain
the false wind
dancing in spring
with dying trees
mocking hope
heat invasion
before the first full moon
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