The dreams we had when we were young,
The loves we had, the songs we sung
When life was wide as we were carefree
To dance, to play, to live, and simply be
As life weaves on the endless tunic
The tapestry of our lives in rhyme and music
The hours, the minutes, the seconds are filled with magic
The memories eternal, the breathe, the deepest heartbeat,
Oh there were endless cycles and fluctuations,
of joy and pain, of loss and gain, of varied emotions,
Yet in the end there remains a quiet glory
To live our lives with all its mystery.
Author: Bliss
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