So
far the goal seem,
Yet
hunger comes with each meal.
Patience
becomes the curse,
Hope
a duping star.
When
will the horse kick?
When
will the crane dance?
It’s
all dreams to be dreamt.
Rains
join the river,
Raising
ego within.
The
sufferers ready to suffer,
The
believer ready to believe.
Appears
as an amiable guardian,
The
solemn oath yet to be burned.
The
legends rest in their tomb,
In
lieu of exposing and exploding.
Surviving
myth is paraphrased,
Facade promises brightens the heart.
Yet
the prayer still remains,
May
the judicious sun prevail.
Out
casting the man of darkness.
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