Silent and smiling, is a girl upon the land,
Laughter in heart and pen in hand.
A sketch is made of a day and a new plan.
And a hot coal sparks in the eye of man.
Thunder rolls over landscapes of mind,
Leaving droplets of dew and a golden shine.
A trail for the snail in the spiraling wind,
And a feeling of joy as the green trees mend.
Silent are my steps as I near the Rivers bend.
And there before me, the sea of a new land.
Many parts, many minds,
but only one heart,
right from the start,
in a sphere of perfect Time...
~Izzy~
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