Out Of The Cool Night - Poem by Barry Moyer
As we have been wondering throughout night, we are always happy and thankful to see the daylight. As this breeze blows upon my face I will always remember this happy place. Into the peaceful valley below, I am coming out of the hill tops covered with snow. When I feel the sun upon my face I know this will always be a most happy place.
Living the live of the sage of old times and seeking the wisdom of those of the past, I hope that the knowledge I gain is going to last. As I roam through the valley below, I know that indifference’s will come and it will go. But many a time we must believe in the past, we know things like this are not likely to last.
But feeling the sun and breeze upon my face, I will always remember a very happy place. For I am reminded of the valleys pure wonders of delight, I am glade that forever that I came out of the night.
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