This Time
The day
in which I stand
to examine the hour
in which I breath
such a moment in break of day
shall I sit
and ponder
of good things past things
that were and not so clear
beautiful image as they appear
for granted I did take
the love that came my way
come to and walk my path
understanding
where I’m at.
R.L.R
12/16/2011
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