Time to be,
I have with joy.
That a heart in pounding,
There is a sense of me.
With me, I know;
There's a measure in a measure,
That of time, which is time.
Whether to joy or to woe,
Either can fill me so.
So, with time
I pass to know,
That choice of joy or woe,
Is with time,
That which I sow.
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Michael Gallegos
Hi, I'm a multimedia artist. Writing is one of my interests. Hope to enlighten, inspire, and at least entertain.
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