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We are wise beyond our years,
strands of time woven in our eyes
capable of seeing the dim, far out casting light
we can see beyond the usual smiles
full of bleak, empty cheer
we can celebrate the meaning of life
with an open mind,
not by civilization's rules and mankind
streaming silver moonlight among
shining twinkling stars,
the trail of light footsteps among
the moonlit sea of night,
through the dark sea
we will get so far,
so easy to dwell in the confusion and dullness
of every second and everyday
but bit by bit we are fighting our ways,
towards an infinite world.
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Silver Dance of Poetry
PoetryHere lies a genre of emotions a sad, twisted emphasis on time something about finding people (yourself) and letting your soul fly free. I hope every word lingers in your mind.
