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Time

 
Perhaps before I die
time shall bend its will  
to the answers which elude me  
beyond life's passing thrill  
   
The fragrance of a rose  
the cooing of a dove  
wild passions of the heart  
once overcome with love  
   
At the breaking of a dawn  
rests the making of a man  
to understand life's purpose  
its pattern and its plan  
   
Embittered by our years  
measured only by our deeds  
forsaking all possessions  
time surrenders to death's needs
Abracadabra
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 25th Apr 2016
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