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Poetry Meadow
Lost within the poetry of fate
A circular motion of the wheel
The river of divine thought
Flowing, cascading through my soul,
Timeless in the weeping hours
Infinite in the coming dawn
Bright the blooming midnight
Across a meadow light and worn.
© DRS69a
A circular motion of the wheel
The river of divine thought
Flowing, cascading through my soul,
Timeless in the weeping hours
Infinite in the coming dawn
Bright the blooming midnight
Across a meadow light and worn.
© DRS69a
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