We are only sojourners in this place called earth. For those of us who believe in heaven.
REFLECTIONS THFROUGH A LOOKING GLASS Where have all of our memories gone? They are deeply imbedded within our minds, We can see visions of an earlier time Reflected in the mirror in our minds. Time is eternal without beginning or end, Never-ending seasons like grains of sand, Reflections through a looking glass of a timeless age, History is in the making actors are on a stage. Seasons will come and seasons will go, First the summer sun then the winter snow, Seasons flow into generations of time, Reflections of a yesteryear through the mirror in our minds. Oh the years how they went by us. The generations that have come and gone, One generation is slowly learning While another generation is born.
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