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I stand there, staff in hand
On the verge of a new horizon
Settled by the greenish mists of a dark lagoon
I gaze to the emerging moon
Chanting to the gods and goddess
asking for a blessing
asking for a dream
Then it beckons
A familiar wind in a forgotten time
I journey forth into my childhood past
The woods it was called
a place of unlimited
exploration, discovery, and . . . the past
The rocks I sat on long ago
word away by natures fold
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A stick branch tent made by
my sister in the past, now
withering away in an unopen space
The trail I took
The arm that points
The clearing, I'm blessed
And then my house
My last Ray of Hope
May it be my last step for Salvation
For I am at a point
On the edge of a new dawn
Or the verge of an ending
Time Kills~
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