Why is it at times
That dusk feels so akin
To the dawn of a new day
As apricot hues tinge the perimeter
Of blue skies slowly draining away to grey
There is a sense of another world opening
Like the petals of a flower
Blooming deep within
As on the other side of the world
Daybreak arrives
Within these mirrored reflections of time
I find my soul
Aching for the long languid English evenings
Cow dotted meadows
Where parsley flowers grow waist high
As I remember how we rode
Following the pathways that meandered
Like a long conversation
Beside the river
At times like these
I sense the deeper soul of me
Inhabiting another world
Dreaming another dream
Of a life I once knew
That winks its secrets to me
From deep within
The apricot tinged edges
Of a dusky
Early spring horizon
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Like the mist of the morning dew fresh after summer showers
When rain comes it washes away all the grime and dirt brining forth new embrace of beginnings.
Luas dia I do thuras
Alex
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❤ Beautiful. so true.
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“Of a life I once knew
That winks its secrets to me
From deep within
The apricot tinged edges
Of a dusky
Early spring horizon”
Really, this entire piece is copy and paste worthy here, but this . . . this is oh my God.
Beautiful.
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Awww how lovely tou enjoyed it so much Marc that really lifts my heart. Thanks so much 💖
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Peace and love to you Deb.
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