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sitting or walking around luxuriously As if the ground in contact Was of immeasurable worth, But No! It was the time. The strangeness was all too familiar Memories of the freshness it brought all too vivid While it could have been the precious people, I recall for sure, it was the time The sounds eerie and elegant at an instant Could ring, resonate, reverberate perpetually In the serenity, they were distinct and alive The life therein though, was the time Moments of love,peace and joy When He told me "Look!" and, "Listen!" To smell and taste, to take it all in What a wonder it was, the time! At once, it all stopped, like a distant imagination All of it turned hazy, and I thought, "My! I'm I losing it? " How could I know it was time? Time to love the times? Time to unleash the dream in the morning? Time to love and live love? Those times, and there were times, God destined them to be utilized, exhaustively.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
THERE WERE TIMES
sitting or walking around luxuriously As if the ground in contact Was of immeasurable worth, But No! It was the time. The strangeness was all too familiar Memories of the freshness it brought all too vivid While it could have been the precious people, I recall for sure, it was the time The sounds eerie and elegant at an instant Could ring, resonate, reverberate perpetually In the serenity, they were distinct and alive The life therein though, was the time Moments of love,peace and joy When He told me "Look!" and, "Listen!" To smell and taste, to take it all in What a wonder it was, the time! At once, it all stopped, like a distant imagination All of it turned hazy, and I thought, "My! I'm I losing it? " How could I know it was time? Time to love the times? Time to unleash the dream in the morning? Time to love and live love? Those times, and there were times, God destined them to be utilized, exhaustively.
Time is one resource fixed and equal in supply to all men. I am Just learning to invest in it from reflections to actions.
Boniface
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Kenyan
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
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