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Poetic Poetry |
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To much avail and no surprise, moonlight horizons cause shifted lives. A journeyed heart of youth, rose peeks of stealth and grace. Often chilled by echoing winds, under a starry nights embrace. The search for that which understands, the knowledge of that which is not sought. Is the inquire to have ones longings increased, by the captive of hopeful thoughts. And in the final realease of breath, what the beholder of vision doth see. Is an horizon falling, beckoning to embrace thee. alifejourney |