The Days of Old

I remember the days of old,when I crossed the fields alone.When I ran the forests;when I ran the trails,in those days of youth,in those days of sun. I remember the color of life.Everything seemed different.There was a brightness to the light;a shine, to everything. I remember hopping those fences.Going to those hidden places,to see whatContinue reading “The Days of Old”

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