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Golden reflections on the water An illusion of time an memories Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming Words whisper in the wind Everything is illusive The dream is ending.
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| Central Park West, the sun glissened on the lake, as I stood
at the shoreline taking in the view of city. Above the emerald trees the
buildings pierced the sky of New York. The park was relatively quite this
morning and I was enjoying the solitude. In the distance a swan floated
on the water and I wondered if they could really fly. Suddenly, her white
wings expanded-she took flight as though summoned by my thoughts. Wings
moving in the air -swiftly she glided across the lake landing at my feet.
Toe to toe I stood in awe of this majestic creature. I was about to touch
her, when two yelling children ran by, gracefully she floated away-like
a ballerina crossing the stage. Annoyed, I proceeded through the park heading
for the church.
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