Wind-swept hair tangling in front of my eyes, dancing to
a silent rhythm that I do not recognize.
Softly pattering through lawns of eternity, life lives on,
fulfilling it's destiny.
Times and places in orderly fashion, parade into place,
upon quiet inner decisions.
Tantamount to learning, wisdom grows serenely on it's own
within a mind of vision.
Ethereally forgiving minute mistakes in passing, one full
of wisdom can never be shaken from the truth.
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