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There was a time when I thought happiness
was infinite and the night full of stars.
And I have my way of keeping track
each day written on a page. There was a time,
when the breeze came to my sails
as it float away myriad of dreams-
like kites braving the sky.
And the harvest is here,
filled my basket overflowing
of summer fruits in its season.
It was a time of plenty
and a time of tender love
when every prairie blooms
in the suppleness of spring.
Basking to the sun’s golden stream
into the woods by the mid-morning
when I endlessly salute those fine,
bright times rejoicing.
But like butterflies flutter their wings-
yesterday is a maiden whose beauty hides
by the moonrise. I sit there by the terrain
watching the sunset. When the light
of the day were torn pages into pieces.
In the autumn, like falling leaves.
Sadness came. A blight of the winter
and the frost became cobwebs.
The winds now, they sing a dirge
slowly becoming whispers. Yesterday
walks away silently, weeping like a lady.
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