An Invitation

Time Wouldn’t wait
And we are here,forever and always,
That,we can’t say it.
All hope living among today is,
A tomorrow,never short of late.

For now,I’m falling below my sea,
To the place under beautiful tree,
And see,calling out,your hand.
Among others that may never believe,
In the meaningful beauty of that land.

So here I stand and say,
You would love that moment today.
Mist of an early morning December,
A minor life time of clay,
That you’ll always remember.


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