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burned parchment skin  
under rust color skies    
cobwebs collect dust    
in the corners of my mind    
woven thoughts made of dreams    
drifter of the universe    
looking for an anchor    
in your serendipitous sand    
while it shifts under foot    
the world sways    
in time with music    
sung in verse    
written in the stars    
each syllable    
keeps time with our heartbeat    
the flow is warm now    
comfort to the weary    
close your eyes    
hear the operatic ballet    
as it plays it's lonely song    
sung from each heart    
a concerto of the free    
I'm a seeker, a seer      
diviner of truth    
scry in the tempest storm    
foretell what is to come    
fade to black    
the mist is thick now    
too many voices    
vie to be heard    
hush child and wait    
all will be revealed in time
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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