Shrill voices,
Bouncing off the walls,
Into the well,
Absorbed into the water.
Swaying to the song,
Led by hand,
Into the unknown,
Strange as it may be.
From over the horizon,
An unknown echo,
Of a song hear,
Lovely as it may sound.
The music began,
Dancing to the droplets,
Pounding heart,
With the familiar music.
Cutting open the stream,
Pricking at the memory,
Dripping at the edges,
Keeps it contained.
The strawberry fields,
Darkness around,
Delightful feeling amidst,
Joyous was the night.
Hear to be heard again,
A pain receding,
Only to return again,
Again and again.
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