Lady 1X:X3
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1 min readApr 16, 2017
When I’m engulfed in the
powerful silence
of moving memoirs
I recognize her as Past.When I’m enveloped by the
intimate scale
of scattering sunbeams
I welcome her as Present.When I’m consumed by the
abundant poverty
of crumbling civilizations
I pray to her as Promise.From her flows what you call time:
a pageantry of paradox,
visceral yet unfathomable.
