Tale Of The Strange One

Some tales say

what the morrow holds,

I know not why they say so.

Some go where sorrow goes,

I know not why they go.

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Uniqueness comes with winter's wind,

to tell a tale of mourning.

Strange one, free as summer's wind,

to tell the tale of wholeness.

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Spinning around in

circles every day,

Transforming, absorbing

& finding a new way.

Spinning around,

spinning around they say,

"I wish it all could go away".

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So sing the poets then,

I know now why we sing so.

So they go now with sorrow's friends,

I don't know where they do go.

(You want to know

why the flowers grow

even the god of

spring doesn't know)

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One comes with autumn's rain

To sing a song of reverence

The alchemical treasure

is so strange & precious

Eyes ablaze with yearning.

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Spinning around in circles

trying to find a new way.

Everyday, spinning around

I'm letting it all go today

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