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 By: PaysConteur~

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Love warms the sunshine of my inner joy.
Going back I hoped something could be found,
of what lingers inside a barefoot boy,
and what use to be on this sacred ground.
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I remember the barn with great haymow;
my mothers soft heart and my dad’s rough hands
tilling all day the rolling fields with the plow,
and the determined love farm life demands.
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If only I could paint this scene with my heart.
Very few places create such a bond
as this hayloft door framing life’s great art,
which holds the beauty of the world beyond.
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The unforgettable sustaining ways
of a heart endearing those golden days.
Beauty comes and goes, but the darkness stays.
So remember dearly the things you praise.
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Let it be so, how sweet, it is to be
in love enamored with eternity.
Where life is more divine than memory,
the smallest things fulfill our destiny.
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Memories of the past will then confer
the utmost munificence of the small.

Knowing now, just how precious, those things were;
sometimes, with so little, you have it all.

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PaysConteur