Waiting For The Gods To Whisper
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The breath of life will always linger
While monuments fall and crumble.
The poets know this to be true.
They wait for the gods to whisper
Strange stories and rumours to them.
They listen to the wind that comes
From far away.They are simply
Not concerned with empty routines.
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