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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A cold brisk morning out on the lake The picture was both calm & sirene What else do I see With elegant rolling hills throughout it's vast yet timeless scope In the water gaze with a soft reflection of my inner soul intact' The only traffic to equate of green ferns in modest formation A column of rocks having a feature of some grand esquisite castle Yet to my surprise what was it's big hastle ~ The native indians must have claimed it as a sacred place' Leaving behind not the slightest hint as to the outcome of the matter, A soothing mirage of some timeless scenic view outside Yet who really knew; In the sky a dusting of blue through its filtered timeless invention To have a view of nature's beckoning call There is no riven tree, or lamb dropped by an eagle After the warm days the rain comes pimpling A classic scene taken out of the apple dumpling gang trio' From a distance we have finally arrived to our claim to fame' Water and fire succeed; The town, the pasture and the weed... A young finch makes room in their nest While all the waiting world carry's on to try to pass the test With the given hope to labor in the blazing sun; To finally enter into God's heavenly rest, From a distance I see a reflection of what I could have been With a time well spent in thought; Through a small lens we can only vaguely see A pivotal regard toward that of reality Dust in the air suspended Marks the place where a story ended The death of hope and despair This is the death of air !
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