The
buglers blow horns
High
on the mountain
Feeling
the white clouds by
Knowing
it will the best yet
The
years passed quickly
The
time went away too
Leaving
the passages of history
The
songs of sweetness and melodies
The
whirring sound in the air
The
clouds of black blue and white
As
long as one takes to live by the codes
Nothing
will go wrong in life
Dreams
are in the minds
Sometimes
it happens
Sometimes
it floats away
Of
life something new to say
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