If we could all see past the illusion then maybe we could start sharing love and shedding light with each other right here and right now. The world would change in a New York minute. I have lived a .

I need to take responsibility. And that it hurts people. Who deserve no hurt in their hearts. To those mere angels walking beside me. Thet perfect too perfect match. In front of my face. Hanging heavy on my eyelids. Pushing me off into slumber. Come to the front of your mind. With the thoughts which have lingered. In the back corners of your dark mind.

The sun is falling fast. Better enjoy summer while it last. No longer warm enough for an evening stroll. Or a quiet field corner in which to roll. The calm of night comes quick. And dew falls heavy and slick. Fields of cropped corn stubble. And fallen trees causing trouble. Where once fox cubs rolled in hay. Roe deer scatter instead of play. No fresh watercress in this stream. That spring pepperiness is just a dream.

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