Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Birth of Time

Shan't a moment passes by
The leaves reflect the cloudy sky
The moment's gone and round again
Birth of time, now and then

Captured light falls through the trees
Sailing wind throws off a breeze
Shadows circling, bound for night
Time is creeping out of sight

Burning air and rainbow peaks
Orange red purple shimmers streak
Another chime, another way
For time to strike another day

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