morning hillside

morning hillside

on this cool morning hillside

with dew enchanting my cloths

I gaze at the wonders of my ceiling

watching the kaleidoscope of visions

seeping before my eyes

clouds suggesting childhood images

as a giraffe parades by

my thoughts are far from labor

dreams surviving in my heart

a cute pony cavorting between sunrays

what is the finality of this time

will the fantasy of imagination flee

0n this cool morning hillside

I envision my past, my future

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