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Amidst the winds of shapeless Time
Reason stands Mute
As Traitorous Rhyme
As countless eons wax and wane,
Beauty Surpassing
This Listless plane;
Time Alone Standing Testament
To all we Hinder and Represent,
Watching through the shifting shades
As battles ensue and Treasure fades.
Whispers of a Golden Shrine,
Tales lost on the wind of surfeit’s brine,
Roiling waves in the tempestuous sea
Of Emblazoned Sacred Harmony,
Calling us backward into all we
Once Knew;
Gently Reminding
Of what Speaks Ever True!
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Music by BrunuhVille
Lovely photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original photographer. Thank You~
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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