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Time

When all is done, nothing left.
What once was new, is old again.
To stand upon the shore,
the seas subconscious call.

Birds fly past, rekindle thoughts.
Rejoice! for the wind has given breath,
so we may feel the light
to ignite the pinnacles of heaven.

 

Author The Golden TearsCategories bird, heaven, pinnacles, Poem, Poetry, time, verse, writingPosted on February 27, 2016October 18, 20171 Comment

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