These isles that I pace through,
once seemed endless, or maybe it was only,
that I had never looked to see,
now though, they have grown cold,
and tight around my body.
Promise, wiser than I, has left,
and is beckoning from some far off place,
and I am here, happy, something has made it.
But when for me?
 
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