When nights were dark,
And kings ruled kingdoms,
Lights were only bright,
And gods ruled the world.
Laughter filled smiles
Of faces unpretentious and blur,
In retrospect of pensive Ponder,
Might actually be a façade with fur.
THE PAST AND PRESENT…
When spas paths were steep,
But, we glide through to wound,
Your doorstep we’d come –
A safe haven of cozy healing
THE FUTURE …
Stealing a quick glance at yonder,
Frenzied present would allow but that,
Lucid visions of better life in torrents pour,
It is my gift from the yonder.
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