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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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Late summer evening glowers, with shadows. Clouds, grey canopy on a still twilight, branches becoming motionless. Clapping wings of pigeons burst, decay begins, desernable on air now. Veiled curtain of night drawn down with silence, oh the silence, ticking time elapsed to blissful inner retreat, to a place in my mind far removed from hum-drum days, dreary, doleful. Sitting, musing, park bench smoothed by similar musers, marking the time idly by, sitting, thinking. To fast forward time now, to one month hence, see the green leaves on trees wither, then fall; rewind to see them back on the tree, healthy again, controling time. But time beats all, the universe, us, the natual world, all are linked through time. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh the hum-drum days yes, this is much better than those |
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