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Golden AfternoonDo you hear the voices;
of the birds in the
that sway in the
Like a painting by
It's a soft, sunny
I could laze it away
and forget my
To lay in the
Hear the Bluebirds sing:
Wandering Thoughts"When you find yourself on the brink of defeat and you feel nothing is within your grasp, remember: Everything is tangible. It's your solitary confinement of your own mind that separates you from your goals. Break down the wall and step outside.There's a world full of potential and happenings, just for you.Fight for your dreams because they are your realities. You have the winning deck; just throw down the winning card and collect your pay.
Everything is tangible."
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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