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Color me the colors of the rainbow.
Texture me of freshly fallen snow.
Dream with me of things that may tomorrow.
Keep me as the things of long ago.
Wayward Son
Lay me by my mother,
as I go to meet the father.
For I could never feel,
the warmth of her embrace.
The Emissary
I look,
though to some I cannot see.
I lend voice,
to those who are in need.
The Rights Of Passage
Life is a test in humanities,
stressing our hearts and our sanity.
Trick questions with no definite answers,
a knighthood for little tin lancers.
Allow me,
my hope for tomorrow.
Spare me,
sadness and sorrow.

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