Everything has a season…

Some seeds take time to grow…

It’s hard — I know —

But as if with everything

The sun still turn turns…

And this fall shall pass…

 

if only for a season…

 

And yet it will return…

and your grave shall see a newday-

Because every moment has a reason

And believe me–

Now is your time…

 

So fly gentle wing…

 

Andsoar higher than all the other stars…

For the truth is in your wing

And believe me little one—

Truth be told

This time shall pass…

 

If only for a season…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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