The Path

The path is set with crystal stones

Rippling in the sun's embrace

A wisp of rarefied breeze

Traces the road to the place that awaits.

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I will follow the oft-trodden gems

And hear the mysteries they whisper,

I’ve heard their silent promise

And heed their clarion call.

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In whispered tones that

Hover high above the birds

They speak of dreams

That once were mine

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And told me I could rest

Tomorrow.