Borrowed Valor
with pebbles, shells and sand all awash
in time's rejuvenating ebb and flow,
he wades along strange shorelines dimly seen
that slowly shadow-dance with tomorrow;
he plods on, believing his belief lies
in his borrowed valor against the dark,
across wounded and scarred cactus lands,
to retrieve a lost fire's dying spark !
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