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Thread: The Seasons
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03-04-2019, 10:59 PM #991
...marching to the spring...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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03-05-2019, 12:14 PM #992
Greenfields are gone now, parched by the sun
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart
Where are the greenfields that we used to roam?
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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03-06-2019, 11:03 PM #993Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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03-07-2019, 11:48 PM #994
...your day is still belonged to his...
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03-09-2019, 02:56 AM #995
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03-10-2019, 03:53 AM #996
...4asweethummingbirdonmymagnoliatree...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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03-11-2019, 01:49 PM #997
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03-12-2019, 11:29 PM #998
4myautumntree
Tree Song*
René Aubry
If I were a tree, in the deep blue sea
Would you come right up for to be so free?
Would you come right up for to be so free?
If I were a tree, what is it to thee?
What your eyes would see of you and me?
What your eyes would see of you and me?
If I were a tree in the heavens, in the heavens sun
Would there be a reason and the answers done?
Would there be a reason and the answers done?
If I were a tree, as the words decree
Would you bow so low when then you kneed?
Would you bow so low when then you kneed?
If I were a tree, and you made a key
Would the door open heart for man to be?
Would the door open heart for man to be?
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Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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03-13-2019, 01:04 PM #999
...4ahappyprisonerofthefall...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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03-15-2019, 09:16 AM #1000
Oh...Baby!
Poem As Baby*
They emerge and as they do
Your whole world is re-shaped
You’re stunned - as Adam must have been
With the miracle of birth
They come as miniature perfection
Who reads the small-print warning clause?
"These goods come without a life-time guarantee"
But you don’t pause to dream their own world for them
Except to count, in wonder, fingers, toes
They come as answer to your whole life up to now
Right now, they laugh and cry as Love itself
Poems as babies in the heart and mind
Michael Shepherd
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*