Rivers of GoldA Poem by gabiaimeeone of those nostalgic sorta times....I find myself floating away in an ocean of reverie. To an isle of recollection of years that weren't so great. I wonder again why I sail these waves of an unsatisfactory memory. I discern in the fog the realization that I now see from a different state. From uncharted waters and unmapped lands the New World struck as fine. Each day existed to be explored with nothing to compare. Now I sink in rivers of gold in the process of my own mind. I recall those years and see the truth and-for my past- utter a prayer.
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