Endless Time
Aug 19
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A poem by Elijah Gurvich
Endless time
For a moment everything is frozen
As of old it is picturesque
Foliage shines
Wind blows
Golden warmth falls perfectly on my face
What was this?
An homage to divinity packed into the mundane?
Time without purpose is a curse
But purpose can be sourced at any juncture
Time is a curse to the apathetic one
Open your eyes
Look for it
Eject from the dark nothingness lying ahead
A gift has been given
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