Within oceans deep
Above mountains high,
Beyond our ken
And unseeing eyes,
There are soundless screams
And through muffled cries,
I see nimbus clouds
And swarms of geese fly,
In formation squadrons
They are heading south,
The truest words spoken
Come from a baby’s mouth,
Away from the hullabaloo of life
And the Cosmopolitan strife,
We focus on the consciousness
And sharing both the love and light.
fauxcroft 
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