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When I was young time seemed to stand still
in silken robes of butterscotch summer,
blue bell woods and a lark's silver trill.

In the sunset colors of autumn, time's slumber
gave away the long hours of day and of light,
the hours of dreams and the hours of wonder.

How long the alone hours of winter's night,
how brief and faded the remaining days
until time again stands still in the Light.




By firebird918

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