A drop of time.
Sneaked from the hour glass.
A place to rest a while.
Time to grow old.
Time to think about the stories told.
Time to work out the narrative.
The beginning, middle and end.
Sweet and heavy.
Time to sit inside the soul.
Listening to blood filled veins.
The beat of the heart's drum.
The human hum.
To often lost in the daily thrum.
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