Contest-Pick a Title vol 58 sponsor Edward Ibeh-7/17/26
The wind that carries my soul moves through the mists of time sweeping all that lies beyond the horizon toward the gates of forever gates guarded by the breath of millions who have turned to dust their bones vanishing across life's tapestry to feed the earth's endless cycle of dust returning to dust in the bottomless well of illusions dreams rise and gather in the stillness of silence drawing answers from wandering shadows that drift toward the gate, seeking the unknown there the dust of life rests scattered upon sacred ground waiting to be made whole again shaped by love placed in life's fiery kiln and reborn
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