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Jul 2018
Time is in the age of trees,
on the wings of birds
and in the casting seas.
Time is a pulse in the fading night,
a thought without a measure,
without hearing, without sight.
Time is stillness and no choice;
time is all things in a heart,
a song in a silent voice.
Written by
Sinjun  M
(M)   
87
   Fawn
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