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Beyond the Mist
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Life and Living Across the rims of distant pines,
beyond the evening mist,
lie soft shades of gold and white
where dreams are angel-kissed
I wonder if my life has seen
all it was meant to see;
or if out there beyond the mist
is a hidden part of me.
I have soared poetic skies
a million times it seems;
I have sailed a thousand seas
in search of all my dreams.
Searching now beyond the mist
into my heart and mind,
I find the things for which I searched
were with me all the time.
