Transition

She took a warm sheet of blanket,
created from everything the river of time
carried, 
covering her children from the feet,
to the neck.
The blanket carried dreams which seeped
into their minds,
teaching them the ways of time.
They dreamed, grew, and learned. As they grew,
the blanket slowly slid to their feet,
soon disappearing to the mist of timelessness
on the floor.
After they woke up,
none of them knew how to make the blanket of time;
they only knew what it carried,
and why they were covered.......

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/28/2017 7:22:00 PM
Very deep and well written. Congratulations on your win in this competitive contest. Blessings, Janis.
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 3/30/2017 6:09:00 PM
Hi Janis. Thank you so much for your warm applause, and enjoying my verse!! *^_^* Peace, Teddy.
Date: 3/19/2017 4:43:00 PM
...from the depths of the river of time. Thanks for entering the contest with this thought provoking tease.
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 3/19/2017 7:13:00 PM
Welcome, John. I'm really glad you enjoyed my work!!! ;-)
Date: 3/9/2017 5:36:00 AM
A deeply profound write, Teddy. T.J
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 3/10/2017 1:40:00 AM
Thank you so much, T.J!! :-)