Shred, shave time.

Time when life was mine, world’s promise.

Premise–wonders of mind.

Now so hard to find..

place where hope does dwell…

far from depths of sea delve.

Brighten path’s potential–release past’s grip.

Plant seeds ripe, resilient soul.

Time adores as it falls.

Life passing by.

Tied together tender shavings, shreds.

Some say it’s in the head. The heart. Or the art.

Dart together, mind the time passing by.

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Entry for the Thursday Poets Rally Week 28 (September 9-15) : 

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/09/08/thursday-poets-rally-week-28-september-9-15/

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