To see the beauty of a simple word
we must believe that in our hearts alone
we want to wish upon all verse we’ve known
to give repose and feel just less absurd
when near the waterfall one day I heard
maiden tears in the shadow of light shone
from pillar of mystique and pattern grown
His legacy or that we might call word.
When then our lives became thus feared unreal
all eyes and souls would ask we intercede
in scribe a spirit’s beckoned after life
We are so easily drawn surreal
to recognize the truth we must proceed
with waves of rhythm slowed; the means of strife
What Crosses My Mind 
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