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Somewhere in the distant rays of light There seems to be clouds gathering In ways that utters the daring one So he walks in the soft brushing grass That is still moist from the morning dew So many hours have passed still that feeling is true Maybe because the sun's presence could only be felt far The heat parades in the rear of the door Whose spine is spiraling ideas Of possibilities, of clues, of unknowns She feels the energy pulling her Elegant and her long hair styled back She continues her walk of dreaming large Following the shadows of tomorrow Braving in the eyes of today The hiding keyhole accumulates dust Surreal like the clouds, a light accretion One overcast, one a questionable hole She feels, he feels the seen The mind an unseen scene The mind plays the blank belief

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