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Hon
Hon
This poem is part of the contest:

Tomorrow Is Another Day

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Tomorrow is another day-Time

Time is the essence of life

with each minute

of breathing

that is counted

Precious and priceless

like the grain of sand

drifting slowly

inside the ceiling hourglass

is measured with

each hour is passing

through the days of spending

So, are the days of our lives

live life to the fullest

with every given opportunity

of gratitude

Embrace with kindness

in the present moment

that's filled with a fond memory

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: USA, USA

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Lavender

Lavender

2 years 4 months ago

Tomorrow Is Another Day - Time

Hello, Hon,
This is gentle and soft. With its form and style, it almost feels like the sand flowing through the hourglass.
Thank you,
L

Rula

Rula

2 years 4 months ago

Hello Hon

A good entry that delivers a precious message.
Well excuted.
Thank you for sharing.

Geezer

Geezer

2 years 4 months ago

Puzzled...

inside the ceiling hourglass?
~ Geezer.
.