Journey

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Journey

In sea of dirt of partial reign, Was a soul that stood to appointed stain. The dreams were fade in distant sand, Of ruinous cascade and barren land. Across the hill of stone be grave, That many had heed and many shall crave. Upon the cross of silent wind, Till eyes be glimpse from far and thinned.﻿ Upon such gaze on a lonely hill, Lies a solidarity peak that stood and still. It flickered and glittered with whiteness abound, The sign in which were secrets astound. There the sight was waiting to fall, That the soul shall heed and never to stall. The calling was adamant, pictured with clear, To forward to answer of unknowing fear.﻿