1. With each golden breath, the life goes by, counting the cost we glow by.
Down, rivers and streams
2. A pity, pretty party galore.A glamour untold, so many adversary unfaced.
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Thought-music to savor. Glowing and breathing golden air, counting costs, turning away from foes, playing with pipes, leaving moments behind...picking our times on rivers and streams.
We pass through my things and people in life that sometimes we forget some of the things and people we have encountered. Captivating poem.