there, before the waters of loch Tummel,
now, between the highland hills,
i look to the sky, see written on the clouds,
my life as words reversed.
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there, on the brilliant green shores,
now, as i think of gentler ways,
i touch rims of gray frosty mists,
(my reflections skip the horrible).
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i see the past as what it was,
i dream the lush of future times,
my prayers are beauty in themselves,
i had but one love, it was you.  
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(c) Erik 19 Jan 2020, 7:28 am