Word seeds on a fertile ground.
Soothing manner of the sound.
Not equal and never were.
Equal’s a fiction we infer.
Cuttings of a kindred cloth.
With different paths springing forth.
The rulers and the downtrodden,
The heroes and the long forgotten.
The goals, missions, epiphanies.
Together in a symphony.
Each sound differs from the next.
Variations have us vexed.
In a promise of completeness.
From the depths, harmonic sweetness.
As in song, so in being,
Barely found and swiftly fleeing.
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