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Incomplete

Date Written: October 12, 2017
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I hear the murmur of withered leaves

As I wandered through the grass of untold mysteries

With singers giving my ears sounds to decipher

And rays of sun way to the weeping hill

I race the wind to my new paradise

With grin of a new birth

But I stopped and trembled at the thought

That the reason for my existence

Is yet to be revealed

One comment on “Incomplete”

  1. River.Ophelia     October 13, 2017

    very nice

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