ancient songs

feisty and fresh

where it was we wanted to be

the times come home and after the dawn sets

we went to mean a lot of things

at the event of a tree of life

and a life of a king

and a song of sea

and the song of three

was all you meant to be

and there is a grand meal

as the seasons roll on

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a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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