Eons ago, I was alive,
Death, a mere change of being
Enmeshed in the bowels of earth,
Tempered by the fiery Earthy ring.
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The cool wind blew around her deep, dark eyes,
Bringing with it, the scent of Autumn in the air,
Adorned with bewitched minds and quiet sighs,
The beauty of the Himalayas, seeking a maiden fair.
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Time streams by
On the golden hour,
She muses on the
Darkness inside.
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What strikes your
Iridescent soul
Wings of a foreign
Dream or the sea
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I sat on the time-worned riverbanks at dusk,
As the mighty sun went down on another day.
The darkening blues settled softly into my mind,
As the warm starlight from eons ago bathed me.
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