Edge of our time
Beyond our time
Broken memories remain
I’ve journeyed here and there
And back again
Walking the world with heavy feet
Born to wander, to wonder
Searching without knowing
What I was looking for
Stoic Poetry
The Edge
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 