Fancy That

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Nothing but a speck.

Ominous in its dual respect.

Nevermore, the same as before.

Therefore, by no means, a goodbye.

Should have seen that with both eyes.

A guess would be…it is just something we all must do.

Pardon the expression,

but even the gods love fools.

Affinity for the journeys without a destination.

Pride for the hymns without a church.

Songs without lyrics that lay between the pines and the birch.

Only by chance today…did I reach out and touch faith.

By pure slender luck, a sense of something great.

Touring a mind’s eye…I took the bait.

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