Standing alone, forever unknown
Being all there is, never less
Others are gone, this last dawn
In vivid beauty, selfless shining
One beyond compare, beyond rare
For this moment alive, vital
Without care of an ending
Stoic Poetry
Last Stand
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 