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Poetry
Author: Rajjik Kuur
The Last Light
When twilight falls upon my days,
And all my words drift far away,
Let not the wars define my name,
But peace, the path I held the same.
No battle fought, no foe subdued,
Yet strength was found in quietude.
For light is not the blade alone,
But wisdom shaped in whispered tones.
The Force is vast, a boundless sea,
And in its flow, it carries me.
Not to the depths of war and strife,
But to the heart of endless life.
So let my verse in silence dwell,
Within the halls I knew so well.
For those who seek, for those who strive,
The Force shall always be alive.
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