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Mar 2016
We search for that place beyond the pine
Where seasons grow
Where we unwind

A place of bliss
A resting mind
Happiness
Dreams, unconfined

Oh steadfast pace
My warm embrace
Here at last
Safe

Elapsing time...
This can't be right
Fading smile
Out of sight.
Mark Grech
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Mark Grech
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