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The perpetual zest of light which graced my presence this morning,
now lingers over head, yet now it is not as illumines as it once was,
now dull and less of life, it reminds me of my days gone by!.
With a heavy foot I stomp the hard earth never to soften its blow!.
Cool as the breeze left behind by a good mans whistle which can still be
Heard, if you will only allow for it, we feel time is of the essence,
this would all be in good nature if only!.!.!.if only we could capture these
moments in less than an awkward way, memories just as perpetual as
the once bright sun over head is now gone until yet another day break!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:

The perpetual zest of light
which graced my presence,
this morning bright
Still now lingers over head,
yet now while it illuminates
it is not as it once was bright,
but dull and somehow less of life,
it reminds me of my days gone by!.
With a heavy foot hard earth stomp I
never, to soften its blow!.
Cool as the breezes blow
Ileft behind by a good mans whistle
which can heard, if you will be still
for if we feel time is of the essence,
this would all be in natures sense
if only!.!.!.if only we could capture these
moments in la less awkward ways,
just as perpetual memories
the once bright sun over head is
now gone until yet another day breaks!.

Ever thought of writing a novel!?Www@QuestionHome@Com