Time - A poem for the Elves
Time By Joy
The days are lenghtening,
yet the hour grows short.
Yesterday is a distant memory,
but tomorrow may never come.
Our doom has been pronounced
and we stand upon the shores
For soon shall the ships come
that will bear us across Time.
This is my first attempt at ME poetry (and for free verse, for that matter.)
[ March 09, 2002: Message edited by: Joy ]
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God bless,
Joy KingdomWarrior@hotmail.com
http://kingdomWarrior.jlym.com
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
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