Axel on high spurns deep felt emotions on clear winged clouds,

Fortune finds the favoured. On clean winds of yesteryear tides.

Mooncloud in silken earths, a shape emerges from the shadows of guilt. Poignant and destined.

Two glances backwards, once more for love.

Destiny beckons a fellow stranger, offering bread and milk of kinship,

Free-will taunts the silent observer with liberation untouched.

Now we climb for new reasons – ourselves, our sins or past regressions.

Flicker does a flame on that cold winters night, until our sun does rise again.

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