Too Late

Take me to the trees Where the blossoms bloom eternal And the fields are filled with sunflowers.

Take me to the river So that I may feel the water caress my fingers As I watch the sun rise from over the horizon.

Take me to the sky Where the eagles soar And the clouds glide across that clear blue canvas.

Finite moments with infinite possibilities. A quixotic spectrum of realities.

It matters no more. Someone’s knocking at the door.

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