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If time measured love
Instead of hours
hearts would not cease
Sun would set embraces
Moon would light belief

The clock could not tick
it’s seconds
Childs’ play not end or chase
old couple’s smiling presence
Young lovers full intense

The garden grows unfettered
by chiming of a knell
each tree and mountain climbing
the ocean tide and swell

Second instances of feeling
milliseconds of sublime
Creation fettered not by motion
sand is shifting,seeds will climb

Peoples, melting into moment
hearts sinking in the sun
Stars gaze to blaze the darkness
Creator sighs an all is done


What are we running to? what are we waiting for where do we limp ???? © 7 months ago

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