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Jan 1
A single minute differs..
Old and new in numbers..

A pathway layered with melancholy crumbles
I bow, kneel, rise, humble

On pathways ease and breeze
Lovely thoughts to freeze

Eyes down a single minute.
I second my tribute

To time in time
Spirit high and low, never too slow.
Written by
PatrickHertveld  46/M/Belgium
(46/M/Belgium)   
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