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Seasons have changed;
Reincarnated flowers growing bold;
To the cycle I remain estranged;
As I know what the future hold.

Trickery is life’s one true face;
And all roads will lead to chasing hope:
Schools of wise men and fools will join the race,
The stronger the wellو the longer the rope

At the end of each rope or path;
Death or old lessons renewed,
To be safe from life’s reach and wrath
I’ll wait and pray in my solitude.

With My heart, my pen and sword I’ll abide my time and wait;
Let’s see what good will comeو through that opened gate.
©FAT 2016

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