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RENEWED

Blows Eastward,
a destination fate had prepared.
    Renewed,
is a bludgeoned heart,
no longer fueld by loneliness and despair...

The demise of a mountainous boulder,
crashing downward with it's mighty weight;
             Crushing ageless fossils,
broken from a lifetime of decay.
       Renewed, is a love,
Worthy of replacing, all the years of self hate.

The hardened soil lying beneath,
    has now become darkened clouds,
      of a roaring, crushing debris;
A lifeless could, aloft invisible air;
       Blows eastward..
A destination fate had prepared...
                Renewed,
        Is a bludgeoned heart,
 No longer fueld  by loneliness and despair.

  The demise of a mountainous bolder,
  Crashing downward with it's mighty weight;
                Crushing ageless fossils,
            Broken from a lifetime of decay
                              Renewed
                Is a love worthy of replacing,
                     All the years of self hate.

           The hardened soil that lies beneath,
         Has now become darkened clouds 
                 Of roaring Crushing debris...
    A lifelike sustenance, as it's path now creates;
   A Renewed desire to live,
            as it buries a lifetime,
       of turmoil and grief...

replacing so much agony ,
    with a Renewed,
    sense of relief...

        A lifeless cloud,
now filled with the goodness of rain;
While the burden of weight from life's Boulders,
    are replaced with fields of golden grain...

Rising from the ruins, of the hardened soil of a soul;
There lies a clearer path to travel,
    covered in a beautiful crystal sand.
          Renewed, is a life;
Now replacing the death,
    I had once planned...

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