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From the green and uterine
Slow ,slow there is time enough and spare
between the slow ,slow seconds time waits,
count the seconds as they shall surely drag,
it is the space between where life exists
ignored by tick and tock of clock.
Peas in the pod wait for the time
when, from the green and uterine,they
burst like children,to share a life so brief
bestowed by passed eternities and future hopes,
those slow ,slow seconds,between which
there is time enough,enough and more.
between the slow ,slow seconds time waits,
count the seconds as they shall surely drag,
it is the space between where life exists
ignored by tick and tock of clock.
Peas in the pod wait for the time
when, from the green and uterine,they
burst like children,to share a life so brief
bestowed by passed eternities and future hopes,
those slow ,slow seconds,between which
there is time enough,enough and more.
Published 29th Sep 2015
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