Across the dusty ground,
a light, a soft, comforting gold.
Waning warmth and friendships felt,
salty air, bitter and sweet.
The feeling of freedom, of eternal peace.
Lazy birds cry in the air,
back and forth in gentle breeze sway.
Dreams are alive and well,
floating in the air; potential is there.
Sculptures and games melt away,
as the soft cool approaches.
Time has no hold just now,
all is one lovely dream.
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