Every moment passes

Till our hopes

Sways to a stop

We see thus

Praying for a final swing

But no it’s the last

Why pray?

When you allowed it so

Every toss from North to South

Should have wroth

A whole path

But no we chose fear

The moment we seek

Is already here – Now!

So go for it

Quick with no reason

To know how.

By Minstrel

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