If seconds were gifted to you as money, I wonder how much change you’d keep - by the end of each indulgent day's splurge - as you lay yourself down to sleep? this gift will not save, these funds must daily be spent, the wise man (in this realm of wealth) holds not back investing a single cent. so, as dawn breaks and you wake afresh, be sure your path of choice is clear, the returns you seek can be cashed in only whilst you are here.
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Our Time
Our Time
In jasmine-drenched heat She tilts to one side And catches me Flush on the cheek With a knowing smile. Our toes inches apart Fingers tracing strange fabric, Eighty pairs of eyes Twinkle In the fanned breeze. Afterwards, as newlyweds, We step out together - Smoke plumes curling Toward ocean sparkles And a sinking crimson sun. Our revelry now sepia-stained These months behind us, These days before us Unfurl, As lazy afternoon birdsong.
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