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Between birth and death we are the wanderers through the universe where each footstep vanishes over time We are the King and Queen of our own decisions and reap the pains and pleasures of each We are the calm moment of truth whose souls have become vagabonds through the ages counting the tranquil beams of every dawn We are the peaceful shadows seeking solutions for choices we have chosen We are the lonely cry in the still of night from the wrenching sense of our own madness whose pangs we feel from the open wounds in our heart We are the serene mind locked in the quiet prison of our own eternity as we face the darkness We are the flaming star blazing brightly across a black canvas before vanishing into the unknown We are the forgotten ones whose memory of being born is lost to the eternities as though we were never here 5/13/21 contest Writing Prompt-Calm sponsor Constance La France