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Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,