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Today and tomorrow
Freedom is a state, love is a state and where are we now? Without people who care for the environment for the soul for the happiness of being. The spiritual existence of humanity is lost and shared in the distant past of hunters and gatherers as we walked along with the long lonely past we discovered the story of imagination and so the song the drum and the beat, the laughter, the tears were felt. We cry in that river of discovery on all the things and there will be things that are lost and never found. The mystery of darkness the mystery of demons, these are the things that sound the heartbeat of the soul. There's nothing there, there's something there, there's a shadow as the shadow takes place. The poet music the master and the slave. We were once dancing, laughing in the wind. shaken full of fear when are we going to wake again. In the winter of a summers breeze?.
A secret of old friends
As we were walking down the creak a fairy appeared on the top of a flower looking closely. She had a beautiful red dress and a yellow top with a brilliant yellow hat.
Nearby was all the wonderland of glorious elves, leprechauns and other magical things and beings who could whisk you away again. Sleep was close to awakening time.
Lost in time forgot a journey began into the world that time forgot, forgetting the footprints as we forged ahead-looking and watching. Suddenly the fairy appeared again still in her beautiful red dress, yellow top and brilliant yellow hat, remembering the wonderland of goblins, elves, leprechauns and other magical things. We looked closer and closer and closer suddenly the magical things became clearer and clearer getting lost in our dreams and or past. we got lost in a world of our own the fairy, goblins, elves, leprechauns and all the other magical things began talking all at once suddenly we shrank to the same size and began jabbering on like they were, like out of nowhere a cold wind and a dark shadow appeared so what we did was hide underneath the mulch and disappeared.
Waking up after the storm we went on a journey across creeks and rivers over bridges and ways long past to come along a long winding river with vast fields of grass lined with trees. We dance and laugh and trailed along lost in our own world of paradise.