I search through leafs of carefree past
In scribbled lines left half undone
For wisdoms sage to point the path
Back to where it first begun
My one last chance to grip the quill
And spin the trials of venture bold
A gift to those that follow still
By spinning folly into gold
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Author:
Rhan Sterling Henry (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2026 08:54
- Category: Reflection
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