Fresh
Deep
Brown
Earthy.
The sweet smell of life
Rushing to a silent call;
Like a lover to another
Sweet collision
Music divine.
Pure
Rich
Dark
True.
The ancient tune
That plays eternal
Unchanged, still true
As the first day
His first note broke
From the heavens
And rushed
To the yearning call
Of his lover below.
Peace,
At last.
The Village Fool Lives Long
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Years ago, while crawling back to this smotheringcity from a country
cruise, my team mates and I gained on a hamlet as the daylit out. The
family was back ...
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