The Mystery Of The Ages (poem)

The Mystery Of The Ages
The mystery of the ages will always be the obvious
To chase a feather in the wind over a river filled with summer rain
All that's left are fragments of a feeling
And the memory of a place where magic is still real
As is all that we long for winding down the road
Photo taken in Salinas CA after a day spent with good friends 
Fall 2016

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