This Shape of Time,
Like a Wave Does Roll,
Ever Turning the Pages,
Ever Exacting its Toll.
Pressing Us Forward,
Pushing Us Down,
Without Weight, Without Form,
Ever Spinning round.
Fleeting and Brief,
Yet Infinitely Long,
Thundering From Darkness,
Sweet as Angelic Song.
Tracing Our Days,
From First to Last Breath,
Present Before Life,
Lingering After Death.
Surrounding, Penetrating,
Inescapable Time,
Relentless Jailor,
Gentle, Loving Rhyme.
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~Morgan~
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I love this poem Morgan, it has such a wonderful flow to it. ๐
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I do so appreciate that Dom..you would certainly Know ๐
Thanks Ever so much!
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This beautiful poem has a playful note.
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hahaha ๐ alot like me …a wee bit playful ๐
Thank you keeps sounding so hum-drum, but I Do Thank YOU ๐
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Great piece Morgan!!! Wonderful ๐
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I appreciate it…and YOU…so much !!
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