Lies a trove unseen by sunlit eye.
A labyrinth of darkness, a miner's domain,
Where dreams and toil entwine in refrain.
Pickaxes ring in rhythm with the heart,
Echoes of labor, a timeless art.
Through veins of ore and caverns deep,
Hope flickers in the dark, secrets to keep.
Each stone a story, each gem a gleam,
In the quiet chambers of a miner's dream.
Hands weathered, faces lined with time,
Digging for treasures, pure and prime.
Oh mine, where echoes of past reside,
You hold the tales of those who've tried.
In your depths, courage and grit combine,
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Engulfing Light
I have not been very successful in quieting my mind this evening. I find that as time goes by, I find myself in deeper contemplation, in regards to the purpose of my life. I can say with certainty, that thus far, I have had a life, that with all things considered, has been a well lived one.
By Kaylon Forsyth5 days ago in Humans
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