Shall I say farewell my friend,
and ask you stay behind
that I may run riot
on pastures untouched yet !
but when I scan you
I see how we have grown together
on all the green and the yellow,
and built the story
you and I alone know.
And gradually
we have merged our imagined
frontiers to understand
each other, revel in each other.
All my dusty yesterdays,
and the dew-washed today,
are my tomorrow’s face
which mirrors the great confluence,
God’s most glorious tale
told to man.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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