How beautiful the day, now comes the sun to tell another story
how green the grass does lay, bowing to the king in all his glory
Time flies on its predestined way, an old man now bent and hoary
Blessed be the night, that so softly descends
stars that shine so bright, as its journey wends
how quickly its flight, it seems that time it bends
I hear the breeze blow, on it's wings I'm pinned
The seasons come and go, flying like leaves in the wind
new life, heat, then snow, in my shadow I ask have I sinned?
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2023 18:29
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Comments1
It's 'time' I said - good write SB!
Thanks Orchi appreciate the review but time for what? Tea?
Yes, a pot of tea together!
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