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Whirl winds of time are knocking at my door,

Images, some divine, tells tales and romantic lore.

As the leaf falls, as the voices call,

I seek new avenues to explore.

A distance here to wander,

Toward the golden road.

I sit and slowly Ponder.

All the stories I’ve been told.

Some look up above,

As an eagle soars in excellence.

To witness the endowment of my love.

Instead of mankind’s pestilence.

Seek toward your minds ability,

In the sovereignty of your own stability.

And choose the path that’s true.

No matter if the dark is grey or midnight blue.