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Days of Old
Days of Old
I remember the days of old,
when I crossed the fields alone.
When I ran the forests;
when I ran the trails,
in those days of youth,
in those days of sun.
I remember the color of life.
Everything seemed different.
There was a brightness to the light;
a shine, to everything.
I remember hopping those fences.
Going to those hidden places,
to see what I could see.
Those ...
Monday 6th April 2020 4:06 pm
Meditation on My Happy Place
The world struts and saunters with its many wide wonders
but nothing compares to my happy place
My thoughts still and slow and I let things go
when I rest inside my happy place
My fancies run wild and I feel like a child
when I play within my happy place
I build mind castles and deflate mighty hassles
when I scheme inside my happy place
I feel sad and alone, so...
Wednesday 6th November 2019 8:07 pm
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