The beginning was present, nuanced and magic.
It was welcomed with no sign of anything tragic.
The learning was done at the meeting of souls.
After school had finished, it was time for goals.
The sky was the limit and glass was sure shattered.
Work and family were the blessings that mattered.
The future became the past that went by too fast.
Years flew slower although time had sped up.
The new was now dusty and all wrinkled up.
Memories were desired like a radiant polished cup.
The moon shined as bright as the sun in the morning.
Wise spoke confused even after a fools warning.
The day like fog on a window, blurred into night.
It was a brisk lovely trip for the long-lived flight.
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Author:
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