Stagnant grey skies loom above
turmoil internal ruffles the dove
On the edge of the silent forest
ever near the breaking crest
ever near the breaking crest
Calm and cool like a celebratory crowd
soul and spirit now forcefully bowed
Past, present, and prophecy state
Looking forward, patiently await
Here I am. Here I stay.
Here 'til my dying day.
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