I can remember a fragment of time:
When the light was dream like; clouds were milk white
And the days seemed to flow like vintage wine.
Angel birds soared into heavenly heights.
I can remember a brief flash of time:
When we were one with the deep green and blue
Of wondrous worlds conjured up by our minds.
And there was no strife between me and you.
I remember the flowering of time,
When we gently awoke to rose pink dawns;
When complex and frozen symbols and signs
Did not overburden us. We were sworn
To the secrets of our warm, little lives.
We were content as bees in golden hives.
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