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Narrator’s View II

12 These words are the last, left by the wisest,
Whom spoke to me from the other side came,
All my thoughts were crumbled to its smallest,
To a state where it differed from the same,

13 To wander, to seek, my eyes were then fixed,
To a Place where all seemed painted the same,
And then my heart whom drummed as if
were tricked,
Did spoke to me from one other side came:

The Statement

14 To you I greet and welcome to the world,
Of light and hope all came from the Real World,
Come herein we give treasures of doses,
And beds coated fine petals of roses,

15 Turn sights to the east, the greatest River lies,
The dreamers, the hopeful, where they arise,
Grows at the footprints the riverbanks hold,
Great trees that soar high, great trees that are bold,

16 Yet then we must walk the River ahead,
But to help, it streams to the past instead,
Dreams must go on with bravery of more,
Shall nature’s force was once rejected for…

17 All torrents and streams of bodies that flow,
Rivers and falls’ destination’s below,
All water will never to mountains go,
But fall from the cliffs to lands of the low,

18 Shores of the West and all beyond the white,
Field of loneness whose bluish white so bright,
Plummet and seek the sights of its beauty,
Or drive the humble raft to the city.

19 Drawn to this world where the artists are we,
To cherish God’s gift, free will it shall be,
Its pen thus we hold, it holds and it tones,
The ink of success that live long with stones,

20 Wise men and their minds, their view is just strange,
For change is nature and nature is change,
But not into thoughts your works will be less,
For all it deserves: frustration; distress…

Narrator’s View III

21 These words are the last, left by most hopeful,
Whom spoke to me from one other side came,
Thrilled to the rage of twilight so fruitful!
Known to the fact: later night will do tame,

22 Seek for time, from the Mirror I supposed,
The clock gave me the answer to it all,
Its fast-paced hand runs east—one faulty posed,
A realm will not move, nor move its men’s call.

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