Time moves, Never on a pause, Never looking back, Not a second’s turn Time moves. Slipping by gently In sheer seconds And trivial minutes Then striking hours. The hours roll by, As the clock hands make a round Of harmless ticks and a chime. Then like a dream, the day is at its end. But the sun rises again, …
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The lie that is isolation,
Disguised as regeneration,
The acclaimed need for seclusion…
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I’ve found rest in trust…
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It all starts recreational;
Entertaining and edifying,
Like a game of cards.
The only kind acceptable is hearts.
The story to glory
Is written in print of
Discomfort and hardwork.
Letters of sacrifice,
Faith and perseverance.
You become the legend,
When the story completes
So do hold on. Don’t stop
Your story’s all on you.
Like Butterfly wings, You’re beautifully coloured. Your radiance is hope.
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I’m a child again…
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Day after day,
My heart longs to know Your say.
Day after day,
My soul pants to go Your way…
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Molecular air
Caressing with care
As room temperature
Merges with nature
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The voice in our heads
is with us wherever we go.
The favourite companion,
each man’s invisible friend.
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