Time
Time is a fond melody, a dance
Time is a kiss, a romance~ a breath
shared held out to eternity
Time is a wish – a nurtured wait
never letting the desired answer
stray far from ones appealing heart
Clocks and seasons mean little to Time
sort of like, pies without their fillings
Time is experience, and not measuring --
Some live long, have few regrets~ and as
few victories – Time wasted.
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