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Once again, time stands still;
Still and silent.
The wind's blowing in a gentle breeze.
That of a thousand angels sighing.
A tiny spider mingles with her web.
An invisible path that only she can see...
The only proof of it existing;
Are the tiny shimmers of light;
That form as the golden sun kisses;
This beautifully spun walk-way.
In the tangles of wood;
Birds sing and discuss their day.
The massive oaks pour shade across the park;
Like a river of darkness.
Once again, time stands still;
Still and silent.