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Lucy was one for reading, singing soft, dreaming loud,

when did we grow so old?

Leaving ourselves longing for the days of yesterday wistful

peaceful and pleasing

Loving

Finding ourselves in words that took us to places

where we knew we belonged

as we lost ourselves

On summer days drifting

lazing by rivers of deep water and swift time,

feeling the sun and the soft skins of our lovers

exchanging such words in books

that blew winds, turned on bright shining young minds,

look at the world through eyes fresh, full of imagination

listening to the wise

Seeing with kaleidoscope eyes

 

 

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