waves slip void soul restless dark chanting flickering pulse chance marble fan
The Cave
There are some distant places that are void of any life
Waves of sound pass slowly, a restless soul in strife
A pulse beats with a thumping like a deep dark chanting sound
A flickering light slips in the dark, a chance that might be found
The hardest piece of marble spreads its strength out to the world
A fan of life escaping a place that came unfurled
©2024 CBialczak

Beautifully written
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thank you
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Nice one!!
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