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In The Beginning
Taunting winters became the seasons in life, for most of us
Various their storms have proudly brewed?
Running as fast as we can
Within tiny circles, we have thus so ran....
Innocent precious babies; oftttimes their little eyes
Flowing with salty tears
If in fact but a metaphor could bleed
Its myriad of somber moments; about our heart's?
Spiraling this rain; drenched aneath such pain
They say two wrongs never make a right
Fire's that beget their flames....
Burning swords still melting amid timeless hands
Battle cries calling unto shadows bent; upon stained knees?
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...."In The Beginning" *
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