Quiver of a leaf upon the gentle wind, softens the hearts
of hardened men.
Telescoping ideas cast in stone, breaking them open and
developing the future destiny of mankind.
Before the mountainous memories kept inside a brain can be
exposed, life must be brought into perspective again.
Living life fully, not daring to participate in pastimes of
death, reality enters and sits upon the hearth of all mankind
until the ends of earth have passed away, leaving only silent
canyons in it's wake.
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