Thyme
as I walk
through the
desert of time
my thirst
is immersed
in intolerable
pain dare I
withstand
a reach
for tomorrow
and whose
in command
a life in time
and dare I
say grand
it beats its
reception
and falls
to what's
planned
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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