WHAT WE HOLD IN ABEYANCE THE HEART MAY EVER CHERISH THAT WE KEEP TUNED INWARD LIVES AWAITING TO PERISH. LOVE PAUSES IN IT'S DREAMING LIKE TIMID LONELY BIRD FRAGILE, HOVERING, SILENT UNKNOWN, UNSPOKEN, UNHEARD. NAIVE YOUTH IN EAGERNESS EXCHANGES CAIN AND ABEL AGE IT'S SILENT FLOWERS ON THE BREAST OF WISDOM'S TABLE. DARE WE TEAR TOO SOON DAYS RIDDLE TIMES ASIDE. WORDS RENT IN HASTE OFT DISDAIN THE PURE AND RIRIFIED TIME IS AN ILLUSION IMPRISONED BY HUMAN HASTE HOW DEAR THE PAIN OF TENDERNESS AT BIRTH OR DEATH'S EMBRACE.
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