Consolation
flowers fade
as we walk near
a rapid river
the powers of
night
Envelop our consciousness
Dreams are the playing
cards we use
to gamble with
eyes fill with
tears
as we watch the ship
of reality
leave for foreign shores
No, we will not have
an easy trip
But in the end
we'll take solace
in the fact that we live
on the edge for a time
and do not regret it
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