Musings
For ever, I heard the cavernous rumblings
The truce, the battle, to find , to choose
My misty pathway, unknown, indefinite
Yes, the tattooed carvings , I see
On the tree of my life, crystal clear
The spur, the muse, the magic wand
Blessing me to stride, the course
To scribble, the unvoiced stories
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