Once long ago

March 10, 2010
I sing of a time
when all the world was young,
and the nightingale
laughed- without fear.

A time when all
was still unknown,
with magic of earth and air.

When bards strolled
through perfumed glades,
and happiness was more plentiful
than sorrow~
When children ran,
and laughed,
and played,
and marveled at
all they saw.

For then, there was beauty, and
all was bitter-sweet,
and Nature was so
you could
taste it.

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