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Mar 2019
Wisdom, I look for you on the hillsides, the mountaintops, the sky, and the wonders of the seas.

Yet, wisdom cries to me from a place unseen.

A place I sought in kinsman ship to wisdom and to one who gives it forward.

Oh the ones trampling the footsteps of those always seeking, there place belongs in the great dark deep.

For wisdom having always been light, will one day take its flight and so shall those of thee.

Take me now that I may forever hold my peace.
Written by
Sergey Koserov  31/M
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