On the Edge of Illusion
like a dry leaf
carried by the evening storm
I am swept
by a soft breath
at the edge of time
I stand still
gazing at the starless sky
without direction, without purpose
into ignorance
or fly high
though my wings are fragile
like morning dew
that comes and goes
lies hope
fragile as it is
and I keep singing
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