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Writer's pictureNichole Shirell

Poetry On Odyssey: The Reality Of Time

At first I cry...

At first, I cry because I know.

My heart longs for the ability to delete this ending.

It longs for a reset that starts anew and returns to the beginning.

Then I cry tears of joy.

God makes no mistakes.

We must all trust and accept this current state.

Truth is, maybe I cry for fear of the future.

Every day I spend with you is precious and it is imprinted in my mind safeguarded forever until the end of time.

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