Through many lives, a soul goes
in search for its deepest marsh. The narrow; for that wheel-a life
spent training, in the midst. Points to the unseen self-
Crouched like two wood elves—
...
Dancing On The Rim
There are,
Paths through faith And,
We must keep the cup of faith always to our lips And, a tear of fervent prayer—
A moist finger touched Is, Gently, dancing on the rim.
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