Erroneous verdict


All that is gold does not glitter;
Not all those that wander are lost.
The old that is strong;
Does not wither.
Deep roots,
Are not reached by the frost.
For I am resilient ;
I do not ponder.
I know who I am and
I don't look back.
No one truly knows because
my story is untold.

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