I know of a place where the birds sing their songs and the leaves from the trees learn them, so that the winds may carry them far and wide, over oceans and waters below the sky. Sharing their history so they may never be forgotten. Recorded deep in the roots between the earth, rock, and fire. Compositions of memories. Little secrets in melodies. This is how the world remembers its magic.
"Melodies"
Alec.C.Cruz
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