A new Era perhaps?

For the next few post, I've decided to write what I feel in poetry. So bear with this 'poet' who sucks at it. >_<"

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The Wind that blows from the Netherlands,

Travels west in search of vanity,

Lost, dumbfold with no sense of direction,

It breezes wildly towards the west.

Distance unknown, time stops,

Withers gently , weak and fragile,

The flowers from the peak of Himalayas,

A companion for two.

Dash of red, dash of yellow,

A scent so gentle, yet unknown,

Clouded in a crystal ball,

Bestowed upon the gypsy girl.

Wandering isle, clouded in mist,

A date to beckon, do ye not agree?

A father to many, a son to none,

Leaves a silver trail, for many to follow.

And yet the wind blows in vain,

Through the Labyrinth of Life,

Seeking, yet not seeking,

A puzzle of Life

I now declare an open invitation to whosoever that would like to decipher this post. :D