Now the golden opportunity has past.
Only the photo is left.
The Dream (Graeme Edge)
When the white eagle of the North
is flying overhead
The browns, reds and golds of autumn
lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then, that summer birds
with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness spring's new hope,
born of leaves decaying.
Just as new life will come from death,
love will come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life
and giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn
of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand
on the threshold of a dream.
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