Poetry Of Light
Poetry
Distant Musings
My memory holds a vision
Of a long and distant past.
My furthest memory holds a key
As important as the last.
The bitterness of the enemy,
The trails of beaten lies,
I sort through heaps of problems
To find the solution in disguise.
As I lie awake in bed
Staring into the darkening night,
I find the answers to my prayer
As my life is filled with light.
Follow your inner guidance,
And use it as your tool,
And when others fall from grace,
You'll not be the fool.
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