Dividing elements into reality and a whisper
Separating time into shadows and poetry
Yet words are lost in the abyss
Appreciating the ethereal waves
But holding fast to the winding path
A vaulted spirit takes flight through dreams
Soaring over mystical revelations
Seizing the borders that echo grace and death
But words are planted in the soil
Deciphering the ancient grains
Yet discovering virgin forgotten ashes
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