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| Magik Feather Poetry |
| Time Enigmatic sequences of a play unfolding magically transforms from shadow to light, Is it possible to judge what might have been when happenings in reality have already seen the night, The ending only known to the supreme ruler of universal tides that ebb and flow, While we still live in the unfolding stories that have been told from so long ago, Struggling to understand the why and the wherefore of the now, Pathetic human reasons given for occurrences, Transparent values of how, Mice on treadmills going ever round, Our journey completes it's full circle before it begins it's new born baby sound. ray |
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