It was morning & it was evening.
The third day.
Who are you, great keeper of the sky?
And are your hands here with us or kept at your chest, arms folded?
I need something to connect with & you’re too far, too quiet.
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It was morning & it was evening.
The third day.
Who are you, great keeper of the sky?
And are your hands here with us or kept at your chest, arms folded?
I need something to connect with & you’re too far, too quiet.
