time is a luxury to have.
more hours to read,
more days to sit beneath
a shady tree.
more minutes to ponder
stars,
to write about you,
about me.
time is precious, so much
is wasted on
what was, what can't be
changed.
time to savor the love
we hold, time, to
admire each fallen
leaf.
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