Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering, little to what it knows
Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
When heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Eternally, the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone Into a receiver with no tongue Offering, little to what it knows Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats When heaven is remembered but never seen Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes Eternally, the sun has set to mourning And contoured are the backgrounds On the canvas to which our lives are painted Explain Request ×
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