42
Season and
reason pass away
Like feathers
dancing in the wind
All time
should hold a steady pace
Not join a
race into the sun
The
breakneck speed, intense, bucolic
As hearts
and minds collide undone
The
passing tide is rising fast
And waves
approach full with intent
Then with a
blow havoc rent
No life
has truly ended
Time will
soon make three from two
Creating
love from hearts unbent
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REASON, #SEASON, #PASS, #FEATHERS, #DANCING, #WIND, #TIME, #STEADY, #PACE,
#RACE, #SUN, #BREAKNECK, #SPEED, #INTENSE, #BUCOLIC, #HEARTS, #MIND, #COLLIDE,
#PASSING, #TIDE, #RISING, #FAST, #WAVES, #INTENT, #BLOW,#HAVOC, #RENT, #LIFE,
#SOON, #THREE, #TWO, #UNBENT, #POEM, #POETRY, #42
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