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TIME CUBES

Each day I grow taller,
A sunflower to be;
Each thought a petal
Of growing vitality.

Each night dawns clearer day.
As reason's stain fades away;
Each reverie a suns_et

Brightening memory's fog-covered

Each morning I grasp
A new chance to be;
Each word a toll-gate
Which encounters humanity.

Each dawn brings a freshness
That sweetens dismay;
Each 'rnure sentiment sighs relief
As chains of tear beads drop away.

Each moment slips by
Like a thought in the dark;
Each passion a ribbon
Pinned to a tender heart.

Each broken love is a heart-shaped hour glass
Lying shattered amidst once-contained tears;
Each fragment sharp to memory's touch,
Yet rounded smooth by the file of years.

Each stealthy sorrow is a haunted house
Moaning in the ghost-like wind;
Each spirit wailing under ghastly burdens
That grief blackens with shades of sin.

Each hope is a brilliant sunbeam
Thawing the numbness of despair;
Each love is a witness
Testifying that God is there.

Each true friend surrounds us
As old clothes that become Our kin;
Each tear is patched the tighter
As wear rubs a shine once again.

Each yesterday is a flaming fire burnt out,
Yet whose embers are napping by;
For each "if" that smoulders within
Is blown white by heartache's sigh.

Each tomorrow is a p_resent from God,

Gift-wrapped in hope's design;
Each surprise within unknown,

Whether the tag says "Yours" or "Mine."

Duane Lins

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