The tributaries: purpose meets endurance
like two swimmers in courage’s brilliance
No sun squints us, we have fists clenched
The swimmers are wet, but never drenched
I sniff at the strength, trace the long length
The lyric is all over: future, past and present
We have a distance, but the bridge is prescience
You have me covered; there’s presence in your absence
Our world is not a pack of cards dangling on chance
I seize every moment, and tomorrow in advance
In this fateful journey, intrigue meets reason
On my coat of arms, unicorn meets lion
We sow in the valley, harvest on the mountain
Destiny is the source, the end and the fountain
A battle of abstracts, where friends may be muted
in the celebration by enemies, until they are refuted
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