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Quicksilver Lining
As if scrap metals came from the gods
Where tender hearted mustangs graze
Pasture 'neath the milky clouds
Where spirits fall away;
into ethereal eternity
Thru nights of gale and rain
The movement will sustain
Past rainbow days like grain
The movement will sustain
Fruit of the Brain Tree
I needed this poem this evening. Thank you for writing it down and hitting save - Lady A -