In the delicate hand
Are bunches of grass
Sparking curiosity
As if it were the last time
Thinking they will one day make a change
Thinking they are more than a soul’s future
At the earth beneath their feet
Reside a sea of purple poppies
Dancing in the breeze
Realizing they will one day wilt away
Realizing they are more than what makes the landscape
In the large vast ocean
Are two souls in the distance
Voyaging and finding answers
Knowing they will one day stop adventuring
Knowing they are more than what answers questions
In the frame handcrafted with care
Every stroke a memory
From the delicate hand
To the earth beneath their feet
To the souls in the distance
Is a masterpiece
Of souls that will one day part
But will remain united
By more than just a million strokes of paint
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In the delicate hand
Are bunches of grass
Sparking curiosity
As if it were the last time
Thinking they will one day make a change
Thinking they are more than a soul’s future
At the earth beneath their feet
Reside a sea of purple poppies
Dancing in the breeze
As if it were the last time
Realizing they will one day wilt away
Realizing they are more than what makes the landscape
In the large vast ocean
Are two souls in the distance
Voyaging and finding answers
As if it were the last time
Knowing they will one day stop adventuring
Knowing they are more than what answers questions
In the frame handcrafted with care
Every stroke a memory
From the delicate hand
To the earth beneath their feet
To the souls in the distance
Is a masterpiece
Of souls that will one day part
But will remain united
By more than just a million strokes of paint