So what if the answer is fading away
As your voice resonates in the silence
I know the answer is alive, somewhere
Waiting for me to ask the question
The answer empowers and illuminates
And makes you a friend of mine
Atop the bridge and facing the sunset,
Ecstatic color dances on the river
The question forms, then hesitates.
It seeks the rhythm and the rhyme
Of life with which it fits perfectly.
I hear your voice and I know.
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