The winds are gray
Blustering..
The heart is at fray,
Wound-ering
The waves of vehemence
Coiling
Twisted around the wreath of life.
"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
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