Where the wise men gather my heart longs to tread too,
they trace the faint voices rather cold. They evoke memories of old with much eloquence like the lone falcon’s hunt for prey. In it, they live my dream, and veil my inadequacies.
Where the wise men gather they breathe the most refined chant
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'so, may it be that where the wise men gather to restore burnt bridges There I emerge among them, purified, loftier than gold.' Beautiful ending.. final goal.... Enjoyed 10+
You are a great poet! There is a mature appeal in your poetry and one cna deeply reflect on the words and themes. Well done young poet.