bronntanas

rapid minutes fly

now you feel the wind

grass is moving whispers

all beauty sinned

gifts were laid so gently

took without a pause

not a single harp

song or applause

rapid minutes fly

where is your gift

unwrap it now

minutes are so swift

 

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