Reborn (An Original Poem)
Rebirth of the Iconoclast (AI Assisted) Reborn There’s a certain shelter in your storm, A sanctuary I long to know. It moves in the depths of the ocean, and puckers beneath the sea’s shore. There’s a special stillness in your quiet, Where echoes bury their moans. When thunder claps to deliver its portion To all the Wisdom unknown. There’s a certain patience in your time, That buries itself just below the mountain’s peak. As it trickles living water that quietly touch Hidden histories of the land beneath. There’s a certain chill in your warmth, That extinguishes the most ardent of wills. As it cascades through the stillness of the dawn, And buries itself in our hills.
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