Coming on,
Loading up
And
Now alone,
Dead in the soil of
Eternity.
Swaying
Trees
In the
Nighttime wind
Evokes a sense of serenity.
Mindful of one's past,
Ever changing landscape
See past reality,
See past fiction,
All the world must learn some day,
Great men come, but do not stay
Everytime with the people.
So sad.
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