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Reflections of Tomorrow

Sweet memories swerve
as winds of destiny massage into memories, times
lullaby scents linger,
unfolding moments of childhood in tomorrow

passions promise reminisce
as blessings of nature in disguise
soothing in refreshment
inscribing,
gliding over hollowed arcs of exotic carpeting green grasses
that massage the earth surface
in liberation,
complimenting in series of déjà vu
and presences in dreams
that rekindle and reflect with flashes of fictions and fragments lost,
while gliding under the templating protection
harbored
and
provided
by
    silhouette
              skies
                      in
                          the
                              reflections
                                              of
                                                  tomorrow….

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