War and peace are not black and white,
but shades of grey in this failing light.
A key, a rose, an unfound door
leave me tracing my steps back to before.
A note, a cross, and an empty message
find me wishing you well and granting safe passage.
Letters to words to sentences to stories:
we've been created beyond all those boundaries.
From lead to ink to digital computation:
we've been given these hands to shape what we're given.
A wheel, a wind, a renewed storm:
the rains of fate are falling once more.
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