I hear the echoes
Of my ancestors,
In the quiet spaces
Between the noise.
The space between things,
Holds treasure,
Elusive,
As a rainbow’s.
Into the space,
We must go,
Here we will find,
All there is to know.
I hear the echoes
Of my ancestors,
In the quiet spaces
Between the noise.
The space between things,
Holds treasure,
Elusive,
As a rainbow’s.
Into the space,
We must go,
Here we will find,
All there is to know.
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