All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
~JRR Tolkien, "Song of Aragorn"
That is real poetry. That makes you think. Inspires you. Moves you. That is beautiful. And I love it. Perhaps I should read some Tolkien...
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