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Undaunted
by: Rob Paquin
The wisps of mist bestows the kiss.
A sweet embrace before abyss.
Enveloped in gray, with lovely gifts.
Upon the tide of wishes; Drift.
Seeming scenes, of things unseen:
Through the waters that make us clean.
A belief is spawned as we are weaned,
From the bosom of truth, into obscene.
A time
A find.
Another mind.
Touch to touch.
The spirit winds.
It climbs.
Lifetimes.
Another path to the sublime.
Though in the end.
As thoughts transcend.
And as we all begin to blend.
Let's lend, and extend
A hand to hold
And another friend.
Another feeling to portend.
Distance gained from what descends
Or stay the course.
Of no remorse.
A being bought
Without recourse.
Another source
To be endorsed
Another cross
To be enforced
A cost
So lost
To be as one within
The Frost
Of all the lines
We've always crossed.
Tossed.
Into the winds of what we've wanted.
Into those thoughts that have always haunted.
Into all the feelings that left us squandered
We stride along.
Still undaunted.
~ © The Snowdog

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