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Bob Dylan
When I was young and time was infinite,
I was spontaneous, impulsive, and impatient.
Now I am older,
and life is precious,
and the timeless becomes a time
with an end in sight.
Love becomes more visible.
I am adventurous,
thoughtful, and patient,
building the next dream
in a timeless future.
Saturday 8th February 2025 5:09 am
The Beauty in Despair and Illusion
It is here that lies your beauty
do not testify to me anymore
of dandelions and daffodils
of butterflies and bees
do not sing like crows
beyond the dispersion of sight
then gather
in cold bare trees
sick with
discord
dislike
misfeasance.
The reward for
transgressions
destroys the cache
of elegance
of magnificence
of splendor
do not pour out sadness
breathless
from your panting ...
Saturday 25th January 2025 4:30 am

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