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Mar 2021
Energy born and exploding,
Finding your place.
Takes time for sure
But you don’t grasp time.

Some are born with time
Or are given during upbringing.
Others hit their head
Against it until it hurts.

Time comes to us all,
Experience is it’s name.
The test is not to dwell
On what it did not bring.

We are all a wave yet to break.
Peace should be found,
When you chose to ride it
And not try to stop.

Regrets poke like a pain
But they matter.
Like yesterday’s time
They will pass.
Written by
Cloud tendrils
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