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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How does an old soul express oneself? Pass down to others their experiences and heartaches As well as the conquering of all tribulations In what manner shall I share my life ventures? For I have climbed the highest mountain of emotions To topple aimlessly to the cold barren ground below Time, and time again However, my spirit holds no space for bitterness I have stood at the summit of the valley of Hopes and illusions, my trenchant sword Of truth, poised in hand to battle the face Of manipulation, whose blade glitters with deception Yet being the victorious, I walk away ever so humble How Shall I be remembered? I have spit in the face of conformity And bathed in the essence of rebelliousness For me and persecution are no distant strangers, At a venerable time in life images of happiness Have been desperately clung to But the swift smack of reality across the face Still burns my cheeck to this day A raging dragon once showed me many sights And said decide upon yourself what is purely evil A silken white swan appeared, and she endowed Upon me many visions, saying interpret for yourself What is truly wholesome and good For outside these dual forces spiral about Inside the silence of your spirit, you will know Which is true and what is false After the persona of this life has turned To ashes and dust, gaze into the liberation Of the sky, feel the wind stir and listen To me whisper inspiration through the soothing Flow of a calm breeze, for I have said before When the reaper comes knocking, it is to the sky I will Remain in an eternal union with How shall I be remembered? At times the phrase nobody knows me has been Branded upon my conscience, possessing the Golden chest of knowledge from experience Has taught me how to cope How may these things be told? With the finest present of all Requiring no price tag, it is the offering Of my words, for words are truly a gift……………………………….
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