Quest MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Stargazing, wide-eyed

toward open stars.

Bright shining answers

silently speaking.

Sending messages,

they sit years away.

Heavenly bodies

concealing my fate.



Feeling fine, salt-sand

filling between toes.

Perpetual motion

of white, blue, and green.

Up-and-down waving

in nature's constant.

Tell me of destiny

and secrets of life.



Wild, tumbling winds

breeze over me.

Rocking in tall trees,

creaking and cracking.

In swirling brown leaves,

come rising wind spouts.

Create me an image

of the purpose I seek.





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