TEMPUS FUGIT
RANT- - - - Politically Motivated
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TRANSCENDENTAL MEDITATION
Poetry Poem
NOTHING LASTS FOREVER
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THE STREAM
The stream rushed, the willows blushed,
with new borne leaves of green.
It wound its way, through banks of clay,
to old growth forest pristine.
Its silent wake, found the lake,
and there became obscure.
Under fading moon, sang the loon,
of yet another year.
The hemlocks old, years untold,
like withered sentinels stand.
Guarding the peace, lest it cease,
and become prey to man.
It must be left, legacy kept,
for all the secret places.
Hidden well, time will tell,
'fore human hand erases.
THE STREAM
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