Black and white, they rest in place

held in their wooden tomb, lost in space

a haven bathed in bright moonlight 

in a sports hall on a quiet night

A break in time can be so rare

Capturing the now from the glare

Free at last, I roam the grounds

To bathe in light and glorious sound

A feast for the eyes and the soul

The waves fill my unworthy ear holes

Such a b...

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