Memories
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The call of the birds started to sound in resonance The croaks of the frogs across the lake hummed in unison The soft blow of the wind brushed a hymn of silence The trees bend and swayed with their arms enfold As the moon bade farewell to its rest The sun rose to its place
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Look up… See the vastness of the blue blanket Gaze at the cotton clouds form Search for the deep color of peace And wrap yourself around in velvet hue. Look on… The sun rises to its subtled peak The birds flock to reach and seek The wind blowing gently on your cheek And lull
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If ever… I meet you somewhere, someday, somehow Your face will light up with such tender avow Your eyes will be looking – searching well for a mile But all I will see is your gentle sweet smile. If ever… You say “Hello” just once I will be hearing your heart in every bounce And
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Wish upon a setting sun, to its colour’s of mystical solace A painted wonder in awe of the masterpiece’s charming face The night’s apparition, a horizon coveting to its place The glitter of lights, strikes a captive embrace For the day breaks to the sunset’s welcome gaze. Wish upon a moonlight, to its glow like
Choices, Chances and Changes 