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Gold Clouds

As the wind goes on to its own stream
In the gold clouds of tomorrow rising
Like a summer of flowers gold sunbeam
Those from a fantasy world are actualizing

With flow in the evening rays

As the wind goes on to its own stream
And everything is in its twilight’s dream

When glow of the evening plays

With every agleam that as arisen your mind
In the flickering clouds dancing high
When those moments of days are left behind
In the night falling beyond starry sky

And the night fills with dark allays

*(lyric from 1 of my trance songs)

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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