What are we
but stories
awaiting to unfold?
Or stories of
days gone
and days past?
Watch as the
tapestry unfold.
I can but
hang on
and wish
not to fall.
I can but
look back
and think:
You survived
and here
you are.
Not a paragraph
of medieval days.
A victory,
a story
of strength.
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