youthful potential

now that you are old enough to remember yourself like a dream the meaning of life is to provide a stage for magic human magic is the sweet gold of this material plane it makes you remember the feeling of the light in each busy little restful way it finds a given creek the blue gum trees and willows nestle by the stream in the early morning hours when darkly the first rustles are made in the waning of the full night hour it is a specific tranquility of hope to be manifested as the first signs of change break the horizon the last flutters of nocturnal mystery burn away to the multi-colored pennant tape that ripples good morning of happy breakfast that works itself to confrontational noon next to the creek there have been the tennis nets in work and the bustling streets meet their bridges as they flow into this modern day world that works its way until it all melts away again the dust, the rain, the metal, the soot each a dab of paint on the great palette of us the artist's in human magic drawing on to the dusk that will herald nightfall there and then

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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