And is heartening to go on
Sometimes what seems near
Is far so far as we go along.
In the throes of immense compassion
Lies a motley lover's blood
And in it arises as a phoenix
The ashes of love as mud.
In this mud you mix the soil
And plant a sapling full of love
For in life's unpredictable ways
There always flies a dove.
The mare has neighed on the
Horses whim reigning courage
And a change and inside this message
Lies the key to walk out of the rampage.
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