Time Spawned

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I'm just an illusion, a mist that hangs in the air.
Don't you see it? I know you know it.
We all feel it.

From a thought that has felt it's possibility until tomorrow when it has arrived.
Our soul rejoices as kindred spirits plant seeds of precious memories.
We remember our soul's first alliance with reality, a misty memory.

Do you remember?
I know you know it.
We’ve all felt it.

Accept the misty illusion.
It's cool and clear like a sprinkle of rain.
Soak in the moment with reverence.

Know your worth.
Capture life's love and light.
Exchange reality for a moment with the illusion and be grateful.

Let love's memories flourish as an eternal blessing.
It is time's passion to live on in the present moment.
Learn from it. Live for it.

Submitted: April 15, 2021

© Copyright 2022 Elenore B Rigby. All rights reserved.

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