The Passage of Fear
I stand before the storm within, a tide of dread that rises fast.
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I stand before the storm within, a tide of dread that rises fast.
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In the hush where waters meet the land, A symphony soft and grand. Muddy waves, in gentle play,
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I used to think that joy would come with trumpets sounding from the sky, some grand event, some distant drum,
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I do not need the crowd’s applause, Nor strangers saying I belong. I’ve learned to live without a cause
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I searched for it in distant lands, Beyond the reach of roads I'd known. Shifting years and changing sands,
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In twilight's embrace, where shadows play, Ancient whispers breathe, in the olden way.
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In life’s garden, each challenge a seed,
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A weathered board stood in the sand, Its message brief, yet strangely wise. It did not beg or make demands,
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The page spoke low beside the flame, Add one more good thing before you sleep.
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