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Gaze of time

Do you feel the gaze

As time turns its face upon us

To scribe life as lines 

engraved upon our face

 

Do you hear its passage 

Hart beats in your ear

Beating to the horizon 

Once distant now so near

 

Do you perceive it wisdom 

Learned to late to change

The path we have taken

From the cradle to the grave

🌷(4)

◄ Black roses

long and deep ►

Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sun 16th Dec 2018 08:55

Thank you po for the comment, and Anya and Taylor for the likes. Much appreciated.



All the bes des

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