Time does not bring relief, it begs
For change, like a butterfly in July
The old snow melted from every
Mountainside, but whose to say
How tall the grass grows
Heaped on my heart like layers of years
Only love, with the shrinking of the tides
Can ease the pain of separation
And now, I am determined
To be the gladdest thing
Under the sun, to touch a hundred flowers
With light that begins to show
The clime of summer, the power of Autumn
My soul can split the sky in two
And arrange the face of God
In my futureโs make, with a pinch
Of East and West, no wider
Than the heart is wide and wise.
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