Walking a lonely path
In deep dark shadows of withering trees
Invoking society's rath
Hard winds have always blown upon me
Yet there is sweetness in the air
Upon such waters that are always restless
All I can do is blankly stare
Into the void that stands before me
On shores of tangled kelp
Weather beaten sands upon my face
Extended hands rejected which offered help
Skies have brought little comfort
A brief distraction in the song of a bird
When I first took refuge in such dark shadows
My voice was never heard
In the distance the sun was seen
It's warmth only briefly in imagination
Slowly it disappears over the horizon
In countless days of duration
~Moses~
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