The path that you walk upon is different from dawn,
Yet at dusk, one sun kissed land shall summon you forth.
In blood we are born but in spirt we are bound,
Our ends entwined, what change to be found.
The first is harsh, the path foreboding,
The stumble an evil but one for coping,
Tongues shall wag to ease your fall,
But words of wise crumble under experienced flaws.
One rung at a time, one branch to the next,
Time is neither plenty nor is it scarce.
Wander the planes that pique the mind,
Fear not the ripples for they shape your rhyme.
Come the rotten vines that creep through your veins,
Calm the raging storm spun from the sinful sinner's sins.
In anger but not in sorrow, In joy but not in pain,
Beckon the poison that seeps from the salt tasting rain.
In moments are the weak but in memories lie the strong,
Let it be a strength but as weakness, would prove you wrong.
Cast none aside, even the shaded hidden ones,
For not one is more important as a father would say to his sons.
The dunes will shift for the winds will shake,
Changing the designs that seal your fate,
But in this twilight between dusk and dawn,
Just remember our paths will rejoin.
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