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As the winds swirl the mist around on the Surface of the pond, I look into the Sky and I watch the delicate birds as They dive and circle. I watch the Clouds play hid and seek with the sun. The sun is but a disc, half sunken in the horizen. As far as I can see, The reds, pinks, oranges, yellows, greens, And blues stretch on forever. Until they Melt into night in the East. I sit on the Porch of my house and wonder what life Could be without this. Then life happens. The mist turns To sand. The pond turns to sand. The birds -- Buzzards. Clouds? Ha. The sun, yes. A disc. But blindingly Bright. The sunset. It's...just... There. I am sitting in the middle of A pile of dust And Dreams. Then life happens. |
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