Page 1, A short poem.

Time and Space

Through the eyes of the one with horns,

A mist reveals where the sun once shone,

It is beautiful.

Now alive and I can see,

Beyond through darkness,

In solace, by the old tree.

In celebrating memories,

We revive.

Towards the shore and rising tide.

Time is only against the few,

That, in our hearts,

We always knew.

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