It is wide and just,
Must be untangled from the lust.
I walk on this lonely trail,
A heavy rain corroded the rails.
Yellow, blue, red,
That's what the celestials said.
Feet don't fail me now,
Until the trees took their final bow.
Sharpen your words,
Not your lances.
Unsheathe the dull sword,
Not for war, but for chances.
It was just about to start,
The journey that will change you forever.
Life is difficult when departed,
But once it is accepted,
It no longer matters.
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Reinvention: A Comprehensive Metamorphosis Of A Young Adult (Anthology II)
PoetryHe found himself in an old lair, there, he reinvented and followed the dry trail.
