” The sky lay “.
a stream of our echoes.

I’m not quite sure how close I am to reality.
Always on the hunt for the next tone that links me to others.
Between them,
The sky lay — vast and endless.
It’s a stream of our echoes.
With a brief spring holiday,
I pause,
Then move,
Drawn in by the scent of new leaves.
— s-ikt a stream of our echoes.
“The sky lay“
( C melody from “nozomi “wishesliner” ( carol of the bells )” )