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Created on: December 04, 2009
Time
reflects in the carving of a deep canyon
by a river.
Time
reflects in the blooming and fruiting
and endless overgrowth
that makes the trail disappear.
Time
reflects in the ebb and the flow
of the tides, the rise and the fall
of kelp.
Time
ticks away second after second
flips fast the pages of the calendar,
flows by, as the river
washes the stones smooth.
Time
passes over the young
bringing wrinkles and gray hairs
and naked bones to plant
in the earth.
Time
has never slipped away.
It is always present.
Time
slips away forever,
even as it stays.
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The days have passed so quickly, where has the summer gone?
Cool winds blowing my hair gently,
Time
reflects in the carving of a deep canyon
by a river.
Time
reflects in the blooming and fruiting
and endless overgrowth
that
While toil lends time,
Joy steals it, whipping it around corners
Like a wind over a landscape,
Speeding through life's moments.
One hundred five and still alive
Alert clear headed how she thrives
One wonders how she spends her days
While all that
The Time that Goes By
Ticking,
rhythmically,
the seconds pass,
turning into minutes,
then hours.
Days become weeks,
folding
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