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I am waiting for the dawn,
The casting of crisp light over the frosted grass.
The winter is long and harsh,
The mornings bitter.
Dark clouds stain the sky like murky acrylics.
The air is d…

Time is a mysterious thing.
You can love it, cherish it;
but you cannot save it.
You can hate it, detest it;
but you cannot waste it.
The gears fall into place,
Time slips away;
Lost for…