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Monday, April 29, 2019

Time


Tick, tock, time is passing
Passing, fleeting, never staying
Always here and never absent
Cannot capture, can’t escape
Though we curse it
Though we bless it
Though we plead and beg and pray
Time flows on all unhindered
The vital change granting life.

Posted by Ælfhild Wiklund at 9:18 PM
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