It plays back with dogs' eyes,
The exhalations of a long past time
When skies were painted by God and
Tainted foliage never thrived.
Stars were magic and from heaven torn,
But they were away that morn.
The jeweled sun had out thrust,
Star and moon, from which night was born.
Tiny form in a white frame,
Father leading its way.
The trinket fell out the beast's mouth.
Love sung in his eyes; a sun ray.
Sleeping beside a field of flowers,
He left the beast and towers,
And ran into the realm of spring
To separate trinket from bowers.
He plucked a blossom for the one with water's eyes.
Love is magnificent. Life is a prize.
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Submission Name: One Day in New Jersey
