Time
As the one, the brush in sand
the living lands
the tallest trees
as I fall down
As I get up
Praying on knees
As life is real
a weeping soul
a time to live
giving Grace
to be in this place
a life of rewards
the time for re-wind
a soul is kept
the renewal of a mind.
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