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Distant Peace

Distant
Peace. . .
my
yesterdays are gone. Through moon-lit trees on a glimmering
breeze, come home where you belong.
And if by chance I
catch you; Your dance in flight, stood still, I hope that
you’ll remember how you used to make me feel.
And so, I'll
wait here for you hoping you will come back soon, within the star
light shining. . .passing by a crystal moon.
© Cheryl
Taul August 30, 1993




Computer Art © Cheryl Taul of Taul
Tales

Midi “Create
In Me A Clean Heart“ Written by © Gilberto Barreto at Songs
Of Praise http://songsofpraise.org/index.htm
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