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Voices From The Past
Catch him quick, now paint him pink,
A bright pink of neon hue,
Now to catch the Morning Star -
She can wear our bright pink, too.
Quick, Froggie, to our tunnel -
To our secret escape route.
We'll giggle over stone soup,
And wait until they tire out.
We'll sip soothing algae tea,
And in her mystical pond,
She'll hold court, we'll plan what's next,
As we float on lily fronds.
We've plenty of pink paint left,
And more friends we can paint pink.
They can try their best to hid,
But we'll find them in a wink.
But those halls now are quiet,
The tunnel is closed and gone,
Her magic pond has vanished,
They and Froggie have moved on.
But a faint pink shadow glows,
In my memories there are
Voices I fondly recall,
They speak to me from afar.
Those golden pens gone silent,
On Heaven's page now write,
Voices, echos from the past,
Friends just beyond our sight.
© Candace / Silver Dawn
