~ Alchemy


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There's always iron grey skies

that hover and constrain


What ever you contain

that slip past your silent sighs.

There's always that steely shore

to coldly keep at bay


Why is it every day

you find something to abhore.

There's gold deep within your mind

it shimmers bright within


When will you then begin

To forge the path you refined.

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