One day slips into the next,
and rolls from in-between.
And stars, they pass
from East to West,
like waves within a dream.
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Who can stop her dreaded march,
this maiden rued by all?
Her pace may seem
to vary so,
but “onward” is her call.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
