Rivers wash to the sea.
Without the fight, a harmony ascends.
Creation comes from flowing memories.
As you realize how little it all mattered.
Like crystal shattered by a highborn tone.
Without the love you are too all alone.
Waves rush into the sands of time.
The distance alters every rhyme.
The energy is spent yet still you climb.
Up to where the air is clean and clear.
As the oldest of experience draws near.
Striving for a feeling of devotion.
Deity arrives in pure emotion.
Life into death into pure clarity.
Where always the love has flown free...
? Michaelette ?
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