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Writer's pictureTim Huber

Oh Time Between

Oh setting sun, setting sun,

tell me when your journey’s done

when all is dark and quiet comes

to send to silence summer fun.

Oh rising moon, rising moon,

when comes midnight’s afternoon

when you descend and give in to

the waking of the one like you.

Oh time between, time between,

is there ever time between

the busy changing of the scenes

of setting life and rising dreams?

 

This is a piece of the collection titled "A Walk in the Woods", to see others included simply click: #awalkinthewoods

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