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I will start writing a new story here again

rvnwynn_

In the end of time of the golden glow,
          An exhausted expression written on my face, 
          After a while of hardship earn by an embrace of a soothing worth.  
          
          As the flowing grace from the northern skies of evening, 
          Enters the wooden door of my home, 
          Prepare a warm refreshment to remember
          A new morning of better flow of the rain.
          
          —ravenwynn

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“Old Glasses, New Perspectives” 
          
          Looking through the glasses of five years ago, 
          It was clear then, but it has become blurred now. 
          
          Reckless vision sparks fire,
          A self-immolation scorched the grounds of my soul, 
          Here, I was foolish, but I learned to walk through 
          the ash of a dying depths. 
          
          Looking back through these lenses, 
          I see myself getting better from then. 
          Like a seasonal face change of  angles and depths;
          new glasses, 
          Clearer than the waves of those western days. 
          As we hone anew, 
          We come forth from the eastern skies of you and me.