The silken moon shimmers
As destiny chimes…
The song of a sparrow
The sounds of all time.
The dreams of a small child
Awakened in fear…
Are but mere illusions
Of life held so dear.
A small living brook
Weaves its way to the sea…
As a man without faith
Ponders his destiny
A world constantly spinning
Turns so all alone…
So fear not being mortal
But forever stone.
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