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A poem that searches for answer
From the beginning of time
To the days of today
We all wonder and search
We keep looking for something
That seems to be there
Though we cannot recognize it
It wanders in and out of our mind
Kind at times and threatening when we put our guard down
We must stay on top the mysteries that haunt these days
We must be aware of the maybe’s the possibilities
That continue to change each and every moment
Just like the fog in Autumn that holds tight the warm water
Just like the birds that fly south
Just like the trees that begin to turn their leaves
All about us is forever changing
Never stopping to look back
For they all know there is only Tomorrow.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #371)
