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| Honor Amid Poets |
| There is honor amid true poets golden pastures abound Deep within our withered souls Throughout our wondering days lands come before us Skys, oceans too Always ; we belong there In all fields, all rivers and streams Our lives are a journey of emotion and vast perception Looking for something ; searching always To justify it all wanting only to precieve; all of lifes chores Waking in the night Only to land; on some distant shore Opening a weathered door Time marches on ! seasons wash away; the pain Bringing us new found hope once again As we write our lonely heartsongs midnight words come floating down Our gentle streams and rivers Feeling its' ebb and flow We go back quietly To our ocean of silent dreams |
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