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a month now, and continues to regularly submit original works to the forums. She discovered WORDS ON FIREby browsing through different poetry boards. A friendly person, She enjoys the interaction between poets on WORDS ON FIRE, the continuous posting as well as the wide variety of subject matter. NViSiONS highly recommends visiting Sarebear's website, Sarebear's Sentral Spot to see more work from this extraordinarily gifted young writer.
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When I die, I�ll choose to
sail the night
I�ll maneuver through waves
of dreams
On moonlit eves, I�ll row
the hours away
Gliding my ship over bright
starlit streams.
Gently I�ll caress the sea
of darkness
With swooping oars made of
strong sturdy oak
I�ll splash the earth with
sparkling dewdrops
My sail will be the land�s
cloak.
Orion will wink and Leo will
roar
The Northern Star will leave
me blind
But still I will paddle my
rickety craft
Leaving a trail of stardust
behind.
Throughout the night I will
travel onward
An oil lamp and conscious
to guide me
As one of God�s travelers,
I�ll row towards the Light
With the Captain and First
Mate beside me.
The salty sea-breeze and cool
windy nights
Will entice me on with an
air of certainty
Standing with eyes shut in
the bow of my boat
I�ll sail on into Eternity.
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Time is valuable.
Not in the way it steadily
ticks
But the way an uncontrollable
wind-up clock slowly
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Creaks to a stop
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And when rewound,�
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Makes the seconds rush by at twice the normal speed of
Time.
Time is valuable.
Not in the way it swallows
up the minutes
Restless minutes spent waiting
impatiently
Impatiently waiting for some
decree
Some unimaginable second-coming
Some indescribeable expectation
An expectation that may never
arrive
Or only arrive in�
Time.
Time is valuable.
The way it offers you an opportunity
Seconds before your inevitable
forfeit.
Hands you a pulsating creature
Just when you thought there
could be no more life.
Paints a sunset over the steady
tide
Right before the ocean swallows
your dreams.
Blesses your heart with a
miracle
Just when you were about to
lose all faith.
Time is not something we live
in.
Time is a breathing echo
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Both of the past
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And the future.
Time is the mode by which
we receive love
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And wisdom
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And color
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And light
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And life.
Time is the inevitable guiding
hand
Time is the ever-present
Time blossoms endlessly
Time withers away only when
the spirit has died
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When no one stops to rewind the clock
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When nothing stops to glance backwards
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Or look sideways
Time blinks with the glance
of an eye
Time wrinkles in the mirror
of old age
Time upons in the once in
a far away
Time outs in the game of Life
Time is about in the world
of it
Time drinks tea in the luxury
of peace
Time marches to the beat of
�on�
Time intoxicates those who
ride its wave
Time wounds all it once healed
Time tells what will
Time flies on the breeze of
spring
Time tills to the end�
Time.
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