A long walk through a life asleep and awaken
self forged and tempered by bone over stone
in time measured by growth sprouts and era
a gray sponge to knowledge and memories
slicing through the air, slowly we go
following the direction of our insight
contemplated thoughts like an ant in the universe
accumilation of all we know, did and dream
brushing souls like the wind over a flower
till our last breath is taken for affinity
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