Night that carry on like mountain's hold crystal to a bridge somethings are hard to let go
Under rust what truly lay?
(To look among a river to cast a shadow reflect a sound what a path)
Night that carry on like mountain's hold crystal to a bridge somethings are hard to let go
Older or wiser is that a key that turn?
(To place a flower a pond a river show the pattern on a throne)
No one way street form in a day like time shape all as in the way a person walk
To take the same road is it a difference of a way one walks that deepen the soil of a path?
(To let a path carrier on is a message set a pass night of day is dawn a wake)
If heaven had golden roads and mythology hold true what is unknown to man
Destiny or Godsend as a letter floats along a river the sky of night sparkle with a scent.
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