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Stand atop a mountain Death and peril far below And feel the inner calling Of the fire and the snow. Stand atop a mountain Lodged betwixt the war and peace And see the inner beauty Of the angel and the beast. Stand atop a mountain Beat the drum and stare ahead And feel the inner… Continue reading “Silence” – Poetry
The Chosen One beloved by all appears with open hands - On the Anniversary Of Death, against the midnight blue. Such a simple magic lantern show! It’s designer is a twisted mind. Thousands come on bended knee, But by the numbers – Is it true? The merchant comes with gold and silver - “Here is… Continue reading “Is It True?” – Poetry
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