-From the distance,
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looks back the heart of you-
remembering, retouching the cell-
creating each day passed.
So long, and far away,
we felt the roses of summer growing.
All rekindles, after the storm-
a generation of spirit.
After the vanishing, I returned here,
to search- to find the one true color of life,
that remained behind.
I seemed to have lost myself,
in the regathering of dust-
lost, in the ways you showed me,
to feel- to trust, and never again,
shall I know, such airs of innocence
I found in your heart.
I know now, why leaves fall gold in Autumn,
and why the rains come without warning.
I keep this- I retain the twilight within me,
that holds each moment passed, like a diary,
filled all the wonderful things...
you taught me to see.
David T. Culver