At the rim of sorrow
He found his heartless mind.
On the brink of despair
He found his soulless heart.
In the sea of destruction
He found his goalless soul.
Centuries dropped dead.
Now
On the shore of Time
He finds his searching mind
He finds his crying heart
He finds his illumining soul.
[Excerpt from “The Dance of Life Part 2”]
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