But laughter grows with our voices.

We are Real.

We create Magic
when we look
into each others eyes.

we create The Divine
when we let ourselves go
-in each others arms.

The most beautiful
of it all,
is the Ones who are waiting
for those ones
who are not yet awaken.

But laughter grows
with our Voices
-and the song
suddenly becomes Real.

Together, we dance.
It was always like this

So, we sit here,
the Ones who Remember
– and we wait.

And we wait

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