When the river stays still, Santa will come at will and will
From the clouds of the snowy mist lands the Santa with something on his fist
Speaking to an empty mirror that has nothing but space...
When you speak of everything else, the thing never loses its grace
Obsidian is a volcanic glass that will always glow
There is a distant light shining in silence that people never know.
Pandora's box is closed forever, forever in infinite space
People who dabble in life with fervor...get caught in this crazy maze...
Looking at the sea for peace and hope might send you to a zone you never know
Coming back to terms with silence are the thoughts you are trying to sow

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