Can you tread the wind that turns the tide?
Frozen eyes searching.
The twilight of my visions.
Can you trace the leaves that call your name?
Callous hands grasping.
That twisting pull me backwards.
Can you hold the mist that breathes with life?
Choices made blindly.
To falter is to perish.
Can you teach the dark to love the light?
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