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There come certain spells

That arrive like tumbleweeds

Where I’m lost in thoughts

Of a long-desired imagery  

Far, far from this ugliness

I endure like a dark journey

Faithing only in the true goal

Rather than the cost of going        

The summits and the vales

Are just sights along the way

Neither holds any true value

Other than- made memories      

All revealing beauty will be

Who embraces me… at finality


Poet of the Light © 2022


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