How do you measure sound?
in bars?
in phrases?
in rhythm?
How do you measure hope?
in expectancy?
in longing?
in prayers?
How do you measure love?
in hugs?
in words?
in fights?
Across the sky he painted clouds filled with colour. And when it rained deep crimson drops would seep from their soft cheeks. Turn you face dear sun.
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