Our Time
Sleep to forget
Wake for another day
Letting rivers grow
Looking at the feet below
Sounds melt with ease
Creating a temporary peace
Yet fingertips burn
For yesterday won’t return
For there is plenty in the sea
Yet not the one I want to see
Our time was pure
Yet timing is cruel
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