Golden Wind

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Carry me to endless dreams where reality is but fantasy.

Encircled memories of yesterday’s future met by the shape of the past.

Tomorrow awaits the present embrace that appears fleeting.

O such surge, flowing in rapid motions.

Sweet scents making change as it is carried.

Radiant echoes caressing frigid tones to give warmth.

Meet me at the edge of serenity as I face the obsolete uncertainty.

Carry on the golden wind.

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