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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Upon misty morning's fast fading glow, dance fairies on glittering silver wings. Flying with fantasies flowing in tow And sweetest joy such dancing often brings. Above their heads the rising sun awaits, its morning sun's time for shining anew. If fairies are seen, man then contemplates, dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue. As dancing wings fast flutter to depart, one ponders glistened myriads of fate. Sadness beating in dreams of every heart, with embellished scenes of day's opened gates. Upon that vanishing flash time cries out, woe to he that simply waits upon me! Free living is what life is all about. Life taking dire chances is living free- In those windless breezes summer moon shines, In the deep dark no more secrets to dread, The grave beginnings we have all kept live ---- Weeping misery and ancient-kept death The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes! Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune; Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ---- The fevered child once wan with vacant love A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ---- And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light A world to shine and illume all year round; Broods of good company and simple delights The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness, The heavens death cannot roam freely so; Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red! Upon misty morning's fast fading glow First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
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