Time Is
Time is like a babbling brook, it flows across the years
Through beauty, disappointments and even joy & tears
If I take a lasting look beyond the land of time
The fairies and the beauty shared will seem like such a crime
If I dream and your not there I wonder where you went
because the dreams I've shared with you are really Goddess sent.
Copyright © Cheri Golden | Year Posted 2008
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