Owning all that there is,
Yet a step at a time He chose.
The ultimate Purpose to be achieved,
His beloved above, His presence He lost.
Down below, time frame not different.
Natural flow was the rhythm.
Nothing of your own,
Yet instantly, your maxim.
Your destiny to live, but no time is for your give.
Now or Never, your ruling cliché.
After all, natural isn't everyone's flow.
Wisdom receive, like the authors of the adages.
Complicated is time, its next outcome never foretold.
Not tailored if brought to you swift,
Embrace time, the mother of all lasting things.
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HeaL
PoetryHeaL, Nothing is too much for time, nothing will ever be. One of the best creations alive. It teaches and moulds us into quite the masterpiece. So much it gives, good and everything in between. One of the best things we can do is to allow oursel...
