Shipwrecks on the rocks
Of time; then the tides of change,
Bring respite. Yet death's
Shadows always haunt fragile
Dreams of light. That is
The way of the world, it seems.
Although the hard rain
Falls like shards of glass, there will
Always be rainbows
And resurrections of hope.
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