golden gift

in the hands of times passed
lies the broken age of dreamers
when pianos still silenced the night
and travelers still thought
of ancient treasures
beneath the seagulls wings
shadowed the dreams of the explorer
searching the times and places
from afar remembered by any
on the blows of whales
and dreams of hardened sailors
when buccaneers roamed the seas
we all forgot that silence
is a golden [...]

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