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aM i DiStUrBeD?
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Golden rays drifting through the breeze,
Muted sunlights dream on above.
Catching faces of bronzéd leaves,
Casting shadows of our love.
Caught up in the moment,
Stood gazing at a golden sky.
As time stands still, my mind adjacent,
Doing all but nothing to comply.
Sands of time set at my side,
In my tall cut glass.
Bringing back memories I thought had died,
Before thinking about this past.
Fading away before I behold,
Everything that was there.
The redness of your soul,
My past, once whole, laid bare.
Caught up in this story,
My soul a colourful hue.
Drifting past my history,
Beginning this era anew.
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