TWO WORLDS



“Battling through


the heat and dust,


concrete and rust;


and the vicissitudes

 

of a life sought


to be lived straight;


Visions come


of mountains great,

 

of lazy dreams,


and clear streams;


of lush green,


and beauty rare

 

so seldom seen;


Visions come


of soft, nestling winds,


and gentle beckoning springs,

 

Two worlds;


Where do they meet ?


Or to lend meaning


to each other they exist ?”

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