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Archive for March, 2011

United Discord

As four elements of old unite
Diverse in their intent,
Their nuances together form
The earth that to us has been lent.

Earth, Fire, Water and Air
Revered by Ancients of bygone days,
Their discord forged a pact
That for eternity will remain.

So must a team find its roots
In brethren not alike,
Who at the slightest sign of dissonance
Together must stride.

As alchemists once professed
Their elements of belief,
The elements of new must find
A fraternity of relief.

Through brotherhood things might change
A trickle before a stream,
A portent of our future
Or maybe just a dream.

Luke Scicluna
07/03/2011

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