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Time Tree
Time Tree World peace want peace seek first peace with heaven and you will see galaxies rise and fall unto her glory but that’s not what this poem is about but then again, maybe Origin becomes bark as the light imprints the heart at a steady pace six days then rest like spring and summer grain where some travel the rifts of time tree growing in the garden of our Lord pray your presence bares fruit or at least some yummy nuts and/or vegetables now go and find some clothes that you’re comfortable in and we all find ones that fit some like a noose around their neck I prefer drytear.net poetry soup and poetry poetics and other sites and time passes and some of the names I forget but I know the words will grow up and take flight like some scrappy little kid sitting in the corner mumbling and whispering and all kinda shy his hand I pray, never has to pack up and move in the middle of the night and run far away the things we write the things we do and say the thoughts we keep the skeletons we heap the shady side of the hill seems just as steep and some days I'm so tired I just want to go home and sleep but in a world of war and turmoil there is no peace except the peace being imprinted on the heart of the age old time tree and I wonder who will see the abstract I painted near the top of this piece
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