Fallow my space along all shores of sand
Emptied lines trace the waiting edge
Of those who fly
Hidden the silence that holds the blind heart
Knowledge leaves holes in the better part
Of those who know
Silvered the seam that binds the sharp sea
Fallen wings deem folly the broken parts
Of those who wait
Rolling of waves the flood tides enters
Yet who could ever tell the fullness it fills
For those who have waited
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