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Standing Still

See my heart Lord, know its pains, fleshly sorrows torrid rains.
Time drags on never-ending,
Time's no friend never bending.
Sadness twines through beating heart,
Hope, seems is falling apart.
Quiet winds blow, yet, stir up the dust
Softly I hear trust, trust, trust.  
The moon riding high, a wink in the sky.
Mirages disappear in the blink of an eye.
Slowly aging, time presses on,
Weakness growing stronger, while all hope though, seems gone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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