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Time Passes – We Listen Within
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How time has changed and rearranged
the purpose of my dream!
How fresh, and so real, to exist within,
dance to rhythm of this momentous theme.
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A thirst for peace, and to stare beyond
the illusion that awaits our play!
Performance done the aging sun
concludes another day.
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Incessantly reaching to test our merit
while inwardly we smile.
To hear the sound of music means
the piper plays awhile.
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So silently we breathe this breath,
in the stillness that takes us home.
Washed in the wake of a love that knows
we never awaken alone.
– Susanna