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Eternal Journey
by Chris Roe

As the crimson flame of life
Breaks slowly
Above the horizon,
The white frosted meadows
With trees and hedgerows
Of sculptured ice,
Speak loudly
Of your presence.

Once more
Upon this journey,
As another day begins,
Without effort of intrusion,
Through the peace and tranquility
Of your silent voice,
The moment becomes eternal
And the journey,
Begins again.

by Chris Roe
Silent Flight Publications

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