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Shadows of Color Shadow Dancer In the light of day love's shadow makes it's way Once upon a time, not a reflection but a work of art, A thing of perfection Live each moment as your last and in lasting moments, console your past Regret not, the where and the when Think not, the could have been Cast upon me, a shadow known Now a shadow dancer, dancing alone In my light, let the shadow fall For in my darkness There's no shadow at all |
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ROSE COLORED SPECTACLES Is life a painstaking journey into night or dawning of the day, sun shining bright? The glass half empty, or the glass half full A wool sweater, over the eyes to pull? The glasses you choose, "shades" of black or rose colored spectacles, keeping life intact A royal flush, that is a mirage of mind Or a winning hand with just one of a kind I make my own history, which birth to death abides. Each precious moment, a mystery, on life's train that it rides. Rejoice in moments, they never come again.... weaving life's fabric, one of a kind. For life is joyously refrain, and judgments illusions of the mind. No matter, rain or dark of night, each moments gift valued preciously For life is a rose colored spectacle, the view I choose to see .
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Its nice to see you writing poetry again Jimny. I remember The Poets Tree!
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