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In Thine Own eyes.

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A river to a valley,
An ocean to stone, endless ripples of unknowns.
The time it takes the edges to become well worn,
I’ve never been more certain,
That all this time and softened lines, one day we will be better than before,

Sailing through the seasons with every setting sun,
Breathing in the feeling like we’ve just begun,
Feels like we’re flying but it’s steady ground,
In all the chaos and the quiet, you’re my safe and sound, Storm's abound.

Never loose your way,
The little speck that shines light to your path,
For the bits of everything, hinges on thine steps.
If the rest of the worldly eyes would see the bits and pieces of his steps and sojourns in his stead, all will be clear in time. 

Memoir #13

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