Those that are farthest

In the melting pot of emotions

To be dreamed and feathered away to ash

Cling to the ideals of tomorrow

With gems fixated in the cornea 

Of the twinkle in the sky

Pale reflections, crystal as solace

Calm as illusions cast in the shape 

Molded by futures

And every possibility to grow

The distance is all the space

They have covered and back

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