A faint sadness,
Sinks into your mind,
Terries and froes,
Awaking many of their kind,
A palm tree in the distance,
It calls forth it’s dominion,
The branches parting ways,
Appealing their own opinion,
The World crumbles at your feet,
Begging for a leader to come forth,
A weak mind came from the South,
Unknowingly beating the stronger North,
As I held the World in my hand,
South took the backseat,
Never once stepping out of line,
But quietly listening to it’s lovely beat.
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