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Time heals all with respect to life’s journey - a poem. |
| Much empathy, certain, The length truly seems, To lay and be flirtin’, The smile just beams. Soul is much stronger, The layaway proud. Couldn’t be longer Than fixer-up’s cloud. Smoother than normal, Such silky relief - Never seems formal, Perchance falls the leaf. The pain so developed, Now dealing with scars. God’s worthy, enveloped, More truth seeking pars. Such injuries waver - The time sorely missed. Returns, though, we savor, And sun-baked, we’re kissed. |