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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 This writing may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
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