Breath

 

Invoke in me a sense of wonder

One last time before I leave

Rip this tempered soul asunder

Leave no stone unturned to grieve

 

In time our hearts grow hard and cold

Disappointments take their toll

Dreams of grandeur fail and fold

No legacy to bestow

 

A thousand faces I have seen

Friends and foes that I have known

Lives full of hope and fervent dreams

Remembered now only in poems

 

Invoke in me a sense of wonder

Not despair and shattered dreams

One more time to rage in thunder

From the cliffs with valiant screams

 

Stoic

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