Mingling pink grains of soft feathery plumes
waving their hands at a watery sky of colors imbued
These wide open spaces beckoned, calls of reminiscence...
Bidding; come to old slow moving days of young innocence ...
A hop, skip and a jumping jaunt back through a passage of time
always praying in open fields imagining how life might someday unwind
wind whispered free and easy does it from a wonderful musical strain ...
while vibrating strings tugged at the heart strumming symphonies refrain.
whenever there recalled heart collections when time and life outpoured
for beauty came from golden days of life, of love; from life's storyboard.
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