TIME
It wouldn’t be far away to love
Nor would it be early to dream,
Nor so distant to work hard,
It’s only time to live the delicious pink of the cotton candy.
It wouldn’t be right to cry,
Nor uncertain to smile,
Nor so little lost to disappear,
It’s only time to live the intense green of a look.
It wouldn’t be night to sleep,
Nor dawn to awake,
Not only rain to irrigate,
It’s only time to live the divine yellow if the sun.
It wouldn’t be premeditated to celebrate,
Nor unfair to toast,
Nor so completely ignore,
It’s only time to live the taste of TIME.
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