Poem: The Coming Hour

A tear, a flower
the coming hour
with the darkness
now taken flight.
A path, a sail
where truth prevails
and many a heart
unveiled in light.

A time, a shore
the promise and more
this journey beyond
the ends of time.
A seed, a call
a new world for all
finding wings upon
a boundless tide.

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