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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An Aura Of Twilight Marked on a blotted page yet clearly intact The surface of the moon can be a smooth as glass No one in this life gets by on a free pass We took a long look inside felt we had nothing to hide Many are torn inside by the visible age of discontent Sorrowful gardens of wheat and heavy moss A plush recliner in the store room diner An aura of twilight crosses my inner vision To a degree we all felt locked up inside a prison The shade of grass is green yet in the sun a hint of grey There are heads out in the street proclaiming peace yet are full of hate A challenge to be free is a question of time Write down your thoughts and treasure each new discovery Why are we as a nation in so much of a hurry We woory of the storm brewing outside the door To seek love fresh out of a garbage can let me explain The mountains will crumble beneath your feet if you don't stand tall Take charge of the memory vested in your no it all With a fresh fragrance of ivory shared by an angelic presence We traveled so far not to turn back now In vast quaint pillars of delight there's no use looking back at the plough An aura of twilight that's payed for in the vast illumination of the sun Let's run to the opened arms of those that stuck to their guns Inside my mind I hide as a lost child that I am hopefully all will understand
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