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Time to live
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These are the moments,
enclosing within them
fragile ceremonies
lost to time.
And those are the hours,
when we thought the world
would never end.
But where are the years
we counted not—
like Summer blossoms
on the Lantern tree?
Penny wise, pound foolish;
we measure moments foolishly,
yet live not endlessly!
The years
(of which we care so little),
in one swift gathering
of all our passing moments,
sum up our time to live!
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| Reviewed by Richard Bowers |
11/18/2012 |
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Unpardon me but I relent it boldly;
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
10/5/2007 |
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A very beautiful, yet very sensitively written piece....
Be safe,
Karen |
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