We leave traces of goldAnd bittersweet epoch and saga,Our hearts even though bruised and soldTo the winds, we are verve, and human gaga. We are unbeatable rhythm of today and morrow,For we aim at though we sorrow In transience and lasting;Our longings a composed inkling. Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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