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Images. . .
by Gavin S. Moye
Clear sky,
Falling rose petals,
Through the paths,
Patches of green grass,
Painful thoughts and memories put to past.
Bright lights,
Wind blowing through the night.
Soft sand, held within your hand,
All animals running,
Throughout the silence of the land.
Pain is the same,
Old man walking with a cane.
Birds chirping,
Wild animals lurking,
Brave as they lay,
Some how, some way.
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