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Two poems:
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"A portrait of time"The Days watch her from the wall:where has all the time gone? it mocks Smitten by her conscience she replies, "I've been fighting things I could not see" Have you ever lived? She hesitates, kindling a fear, haunted by the shadows of her anxieties as they dance to that mocking call: where has all the time gone? Her eyes heedlessly search the room Suddenly something evokes her attention - a remnant from her youth Looking at the days on the wall, she smiles and softly intones: "I know where all the time has gone for I have lived." "Surrender"ISentimental tears will not wash away the uncertainty tomorrow brings, nor will the evanescent memory of yesterday censor this new story as it unfolds II The ambivalent shadow darkens this nascent horizon as night encroaches upon the most distant ships before they reach their destined port Yet they traverse faithfully ocean's vast expanse until harbour lights illumine their path, signalising the journey's end III As luminaries above guide the most distant ships Divine light leads the most troubled souls Surrender unto it...for this story beckons to be told. |
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