To come from far and distant lands

to be found by one who seeks.

Overconfidence, like sand

will, through certain fingers, leak.

Though if caught up by the wind

with the sunlight's blazing gleam,

the essence of time will bend...

Things here, are what they seem.

Tease and chase, to catch and please,

I challenge you, but at your ease...

The End

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