Day (part two)
This moment
This time
These sweet grapes upon
This very vine,
This world just as
It now is
Shall never repeat itself.
The soul and the sun
The spirit in the wind
Shall never sing this
Exact same song together
Ever again.
No day
Will ever repeat
Nor replay,
This day alone -in itself-
Is fully good, fully complete.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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