By the end of that season, I was sitting by the river side
By that time, it was dusk and I was reminded of events of the past
By my side, there were so many flowers, colours of hope
By my side there were innumerable dreams, words of promise
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By my side there were innumerable dreams, words of promise By then I knew one reality of life; the reflections you make are by and large yours and others may not subscribe to, because by no means they look at these mysteries the way you look at... a very fine poem. it is spiritual and philosophical at the same time. great poem. tony