Spark

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How aeons pass in an instant,

Many a universe is born

Before fading in the distant

Cold and silence of the forlorn,

A single word, a single note,

Gives way to myriads of beliefs

To which I heartily devote

Before they fall to the ground – leafs,

It lives, it dies, I hope, I part

My mind explores the many ways

Of this old, ever-changing maze

Oh it is no science but art;

Only fools make their existence

The sole seeker of emerald light

That glimmers into the distance

While basking in the dark blue night

Instead of pursuing the sun,

Instead of living out the song,

We drown the music out and shun

All that is right with all that’s wrong…

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