Dusted in the amber silence of the final path,
Silver fog bleaches away all memory - and wrath.
Amnesia the fruit and prize of the longest quest,
Beautiful the circle road: The work, and then the rest.
Thin canvas wearing away, more fragile with the years.
Never snaps a single thread, still you ever fear.
Fermented is the soul who looks back towards the way she came,
Stone to seek deliverance outside the truth of pain.
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I love this! Quemis, this is a fantastic poem, good job 😀
Thank you so much friend.
This is so good! Thanks for sharing it!
Thank you so much!
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