foehn – (n.) a warm, dry wind blowing down a mountainside
I once considered what it is to feign
A life spent a king, by name and by reign
But when the day’s deeds are outlain
It’s tough to distinguish the mark from the stain
I once considered what is a foehn
One might as well ponder the rain
Both of the sky, Mother Nature outlain
One patient, permanent mark, one temporary stain
But one cannot feign foehn
And one cannot reign rain
A day’s deeds are insignificant until outlain
Alongside a lifetime underlined by intentional strain
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