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The veil of willow falls against the sky,
A picturesque Monet for all who views,
A bird's sanctuary sounds for passers strolling by,
An orchestra- yellow, reds, and trumpet blues.
To sit and peer all day for hours to hang,
Upon sweet sounds as angels sing and play,
A brush, a stroke, such art with tones that bang,
Out love which paints bridges of hope today.
Oh bask upon a branch with me tonight,
And feel the eloquence a song so sweet,
To feel the wind, her howl, her sound, her might,
A stream meandering below, so complete.
A frame of gold to hold mind’s eye for ages,
Serene these hours I take with me always,
A love of song and art bellows life’s stages,
To help me through the clear or grey fall days.
A line of mums in manicured estate,
I lay my pillow on the lawn to share,
Oh time my friend will pass and will not wait,
With you life’s so much easier to bear.
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