Trumpets

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Words are hard to follow

Not at all musical

I thought it was supposed to be

Moving and beautiful

It doesn’t make any sense

It only feels alone

If this is what frost brings

I want a summer song

Was the path truly calling

So what of the wear

These footsteps

The last steps

Now wander

Gone

Not there

Sweet beauty

Oh sweet voice

All along you were there

I couldn’t hear it

Loud the joy

It booms

Strong as the air

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