Before the mystique silence
Of thy ardour and grandeur
too meagre and meaningless my dreams
That fervently graze in misty pastures
beyond mountains that touch the clouds
Sloping rocks descending
To the scary abysses
Where mind sometimes falters
Life a perilous journey 
of fears and longings
Securing from preying eyes.

Afar the horizon’s beckoning rim
where aspirations melt
With the pain of parting
I know you the shepherd of moments
Wait for me in that shore of peace.

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