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cbk
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Somewhere tightly locked away in the recesses
of my mind, far beyond shadows and forgotten
webs of time, linger mem'ries of yesteryear,
so rich, so pure, so kind, where innocence,
faith, and joy once did intertwine.
I recall, long ago, young lad and lass
watching clouds roll by as we lay upon the
grass. Eternal recollection of days without
end. Sweet fragrance of flowering love which
bent to nere storm or wind.
But with passing days, come browning leaves
of fall. Clouds growing darker. Dusk's
quickening call. Nature's tapestry of life
slowly fading away. Replacing the colors of
green and blue with templets tinted gray.
To recapture first solstice when love was
but new. Sensing smell of roses. Feeling
morning dew. Impossible to do now, but
memories linger on, far beyond the shadows
and forgotten webs of time.
---- CBK
of my mind, far beyond shadows and forgotten
webs of time, linger mem'ries of yesteryear,
so rich, so pure, so kind, where innocence,
faith, and joy once did intertwine.
I recall, long ago, young lad and lass
watching clouds roll by as we lay upon the
grass. Eternal recollection of days without
end. Sweet fragrance of flowering love which
bent to nere storm or wind.
But with passing days, come browning leaves
of fall. Clouds growing darker. Dusk's
quickening call. Nature's tapestry of life
slowly fading away. Replacing the colors of
green and blue with templets tinted gray.
To recapture first solstice when love was
but new. Sensing smell of roses. Feeling
morning dew. Impossible to do now, but
memories linger on, far beyond the shadows
and forgotten webs of time.
---- CBK
