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To Trek a PathBy Paul Hall, April, 1986, Mt. Isa, Australia.
In silence grow the elements which wrestle thus with time, the eventful and the eloquence of velvet and sublime. Where grows the lily of the field in metamorphic speech; to tell the kings who will not yield where value thus does meet. No robes of opulence are like the blossom which all see, while in this world they trek a path that wends eternally.
How intimate the thinking is in which a child is born. Or where the rain clouds, circling, whiz upon the silver morn. Where birth is whist ventriloquist in tender love as three. If only love could carry out in endlessness it's plea. And man's regret and callous doubt won't mar it's petal bright, as softly and as tenderly it glows in pale moonlight.
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