Last of This March
Trudgingly we came through this March
"Twas the longest yet so far,
Within its days a world of bloom
Was seen with eyes anew.
Daily rose to see it turn,
To pass another play,
Reciting subconscience dream learnt speech.
Realities true come by to see
A Place that's been always there,
Time comes up and round a curve
The space unmolded.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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