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Bygone days

The warmth of the sun shines on my face and in doing so I glow with radiance, my long hair looks like strands of gold in a dull world, society doesn't accept me but yet I feel free as I watch the ascent of light in the east To be different is not normal, but yet I am more normal than most Going by in a flash, seasons change with the years but I am the same, happy with who I am and what I got so to speak I don't need modern technology to keep me happy because happiness is a mindset not materialistic Looking towards the west, I see clouds in the noonday sky and the smell of moisture on the horizon Walking towards the dying fire, a late summer breeze blows my locks in waves that cascade into the sunset Never looking over my shoulder, my denim jacket has faded from time as decades pass The sun sets behind an odd tree with no leaves like the modern world, but I look past it all A new day will dawn like it did all those years ago when I was young, and then comes the rain.............

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Date: 12/4/2021 8:20:00 AM
I think it's wonderful the way in which you foreshadow the coming storm. If a person is happy with who they are, and what they have in life, it matters not what others think. Good write, Dave.
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