Golden warm reflections flicker upon and light up the leaves of those acacia trees
bird home to trusted nest they twitter settle call their days last voice awaiting now for days darkness to settle amongst their generationaly chosen time honored woven refuges within the sanctuary of the trees illuminated by the dimming Sun
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Caught again in times and places echoes of that wonder give light to the thoughts within your mind
Those remembered special days inlaid with the traces the gathered memories peopled populated by their kind
Crisp new day the Sun its calling dawning upon the cold crisp frost coating the windows reflecting echoing winters subtle sign
Cros wondering drifting thoughts formed as memories the one we choose to keep trapped in the places again the wonder of your mind
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Reflections of embedded crystals colour shot through with shimmering light
Rocks their eternal ages their story written across the towering headlands seeming might
Gentle breeze gathers whispers the words that carry from that past night
Shadows they shorten dissolving disappearing gathered back by fading out of sight
There be dragons reflecting crystal castles shot with dawns first life giving light
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W@aking sleepy eyed to that special morning where happiness it be found
Walking quietly through life’s daydream those rose colored petal strewn upon the ground
Sunshine’s its constant warmth its radiance brought yet again by sunrises daily daily turn from that place where darkness of the night abounds
Again waking to each morning where happiness it may be found
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Metronome divining in its arcs atop the piano making and keeping the beat within the open fabric of the sound
Cherished is that freedom from the cities and where they populations forward ever moving who knows where they are bound
Congested concrete jungles the air a trial to breath never giving thought to searching inward those places that could be found
Far to absorbed limited horizons seen and scuttling forward on those concrete ant heaps they think are raised to history and all time places squares in circles negotiating that ground
And still the tireless metronome atop the piano its keeping time among the valleys open the subtle on run echos belonging in the sound
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cross wired never thinking chasing those memories of your past
Contained within those open spaces the things you hoped and thought would last
Those thoughts as shining dream visions the fisherman his net he casts
Touching gently now those shimmering rivers mirrored surface the net its crosswind breeze never thinking \
chasing again those fading memories belonging to your past
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Bits and pieces beginnings of tales that the wordsmith believes he can around the open fire or across the frozen snowfall temperatures have the time to tell
There was nothing for them here
Though in their leaving nought was lost
For many remain to see
Forever Onward through Eternity
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