". . .IT IS NOW THE TIME...THESE BE THE DAYS. . ."

one day
blossomed
into another

Spring
was seen
walking in the wood

Time
lay scattered
all around

last Tuesday was
a bunch of flowers
wilting in a vase

Tomorrow
remained
to be plucked

as if he grasped
the mystery
of the world

in his tiny fist
that now
( this now )

was the only
time
that could be

life is simple
when one is
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