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The Time and tide flowing

against the human soul,

the wind and trees blowing

as I take a morning stroll.

The hope I had for you and me

has forever been washed away,

the midnight storm took it to sea

and gone is the passion of that day…

Yet now the rain has stopped

and the sun is shining above

as my umbrella is dropped

By the flight of a morning dove…

Now gazing up towards the sky I wonder,

if time and tide is really against me

and trying to tear us asunder?

or is time there to keep us steady as a tree

and the tide there to carry us to our destiny…?

~K@MMY1431

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