A glance across the landscape
Eyes roam to and fro
I ponder far away places
To which I may not go
The days fly quickly by
And time will linger not
A richness lived by few
In maddened whirls, forgot
So much that I might live for
So much that I may do
My mundane life a shackle
For the dreams I never knew
Father Time, no never marching
But vanishing in haste
I reckoned with the deity
Mortality left a bitter taste
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Put me in the mood of Poe, it has soft and caressing tones it feels as though it could be more, the ending left me teased, wonderfully done bravo


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well done


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So sadly true. Such divine wisdom here. I take it to my heart and to my inner self.
Blessed be dear one...


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I find it to superb as it stands well crafted.
these lines speak to me clearly"The days fly quickly by
And time will linger not





