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That Of Thanks
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Fantasy For as long as times been waiting,
and, since the winds have blown.
Before water guided rivers beds
have disintegrated stones.
A lights been always bathing
the sand 'pon island shores,
where patient treasures waited
to be seen for all it's worth,
but age concealed her beauty
long preserving there inside
the rarest ancient rivers
where a purity resides,
and placed atop a mountain
I climbed not knowing that
escaping from a loathing life
I'd happen cross' her map.
Guided through torrential rains,
and terrains that man could not.
My heart did reel like ivy leaf
in hopes her heart stayed soft.
Without a wing I made the shore.
By beacon light she led me in.
The bluest eyes I've ever seen.
Truest heart that god could give.
