While fate points always to one end,
it's where our 'karma' leads,
dream shakes kaleidoscopes of us,
and abaci of beads.
Youth yearns for far horizons;
age slows too close to one.
Dream-trees shake worlds upon their boughs;
paths breeze round a green sun.
Adrift in differing liveries,
pinned, freed in lives unled,
cast in skins of various shapes: -
partnered strangers, broods unbred.
Then, starting up, we know its power,
sweet clover-drift down day;
tread light upon the present stage,
imagination's play.
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*You can have 'abacuses' or 'abaci' as the plural of 'abacus'.
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Wintering
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